Why don't I dream of you? I want to. I think? What does it mean that my subconscious won't let me see you in my dreams? Why won't you visit me? I want so badly to see you. To have a glimpse of what life would be like with you here. Or will that destroy me? Maybe I don't want to dream of you. I feel like I should though. I should be dreaming of you. So why aren't I? Where are you?
Rescued? No.
6 years ago
5 comments:
It's all so hard. Wishing you gentler moments ahead
I don't dream about my son, either, and I so wish I did. You'll be surprised though, I think, at how often you get those glimpses in unexpected places.
If it's any consolation... I have not dreamed of my little girl yet (that I know of) either. I sometimes long for a dream too, but then think that maybe you're right, I wouldn't be able to handle it... I don't know. I am praying for peace for you, dear cyster
I don't dream about George either. I think it's because he is such a presence in my waking life that I don't need to dream about him.
I would like to though. Yes.
xxx
I think I'm glad I don't dreak of our babies. . . I'd never want to wake up.
Wishing you whatever brings you peace, sweet girl.
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