I often used to dream about you — vivid dreams with clear-cut stories. In these dreams, you were always searching desperately for me. We were in a kind of labyrinth, and you would come almost up to where I was standing. ‘Take one more step! I’m right here!’ I wanted to shout, and if only you could find me and take me in your arms, the nightmare would end and everything would go back to the way it was. But I was never able to produce that shout. And you would miss me in the darkness and go straight ahead past me and disappear. It was always like that.
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle (via align)
(via sleepanddream)
This could only be me feeling this way but here it goes. Next time we go out, leave the lipstick at home, leave the cover at home, the eyeliner, pushup bra, high heel, expensive clothes, leave it all at home. Theses aren’t the things I’m going to hold at night,…
love this!
