Last night in my dreams I flew to a place where I knew that I would find you. I think that you could feel me there as suddenly you looked up with hungry eyes that searched the room, like a starving child looking for scraps. Have I made myself too obvious? But there I was completely paralyzed, lost in a moment of longing.
Then swiftly the current of repulsion carried me away,
Like a drop of oil in water I could not stay,
Though somehow I knew we’d meet again someday.

Great poem, and definitely the superior one concerning dreams 🙂
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oh hello thankyou!! hey you are my first comment 🙂
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So why does a pot without oil boil like it had oil in it? Is there something wrong with my cooking preparation? Not enough salt?
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