Drug

I had the weirdest dream. I am taking drugs with random people I hardly know. Well, it was weed. I was talking to strangers whom I am barely got to know and I was getting to know them, probably telling them more about me than the other way around. And then I asked if they had some weed, and they said – “yeah sure go ahead it is in the drawer over there”. And I said I have a lot more weed in my home and I carry it around like some drug dealer or something, and that I just accidentally didn’t had it with me right now, and that they are welcome to take as much of mine as they want when they want to.

And we talked. Well, mostly I was telling them all about me.

One more odd thing. She was there. And they were all her friends.

I hadn’t thought about her for so long and suddenly she was there in my dreams. Ah… now I remember. I felt emptiness. I needed her when I asked for the drug. Or did I? Am I addicted for life?

I got scared and woke up. That is a lie. I had to go to the loo.

Sometimes I just miss the closeness.

Time to man-up and put on the mask.