Inanimate

Flop.

Plop.

My site looks so much better to mine eyes. I created a new Windows account and my site with its not so bloated font is sexy.

I'm freaked.

I've just seriously realized I can foretell the future. Well, at least what is revealed to me. (Cocks ear to hear my readers big laughs).

No, seriously. I mean it.

It's just...There are some things I see that I wish would never come true. Like my dreams. Since the age of 11 or 12, I've dreamt of a girl. This girl is usually clad in black, kinda punk or gothic. I'm deeply in love with her.

Then I die. In her arms. I scream at the people chasing us, throwing my body to shield her from the whizzing bullets.

Every bullet stung with realistic pain.

The sky does a 360. I cough blood. I'm positive I'd give my life for her any second.
Sometimes it's better. I don't die, and I confess how much I love her.
Too bad she died in one dream. I awoke with a soaked face, and a lump in my throat that could not be swallowed.

Or sometimes, she's a ghost, haunting and crying. I love her wail. So piercing, so full of emotion.

It scares me.

Last night was more positive. I lost her, and I searched every corner of the airport, running frantically, yelling her name (which I forget), my heart beating and my limbs numb. I found her and told her with tears in my eyes that I loved everything she did, everything she was, that I even copied everything she did. I chewed TOOTHPICKS because she did. I sat with her and we hugged and cried.

There was peace at last.

I wish I knew who she was. She's with me every night, every minute I'm awake. Mysterious, crying, begging for me to love her. What these dreams mean, don't ask, I have no idea.

Prophetic? Gosh, how do I know what my future really holds?