The Monkees

A lot of people in my life have come and gone. No, not in a dying type of way. More in a we don't keep in contact anymore, or we no longer really have a reason to be in each other's lives. Or we have just grown apart. Things such as these. We all know this feeling, but, I feel as though I may think of it just slightly differently.

You see. Many times I think about these people, these fleeting moments of time that I spent with them, and I think not about what they are up to in the grand scheme of things. Or where their life has gone, have they married, do they have kids, do they go home often, have they come out of the closet yet...but rather I think of the details. I wonder what they are doing in this very moment. Are they at the grocery store? Or having a fight with a lover? Or what they eat for dinner.

This more often than not lately seems to present a problem. These people have been popping up constantly in my incredibly vivid dreams. And when I say vivid, I mean like I wake up and say "hey didn't i tell you about that thing about the thing last week," "uh, no joss, what are you talking about?"..."oh,  never mind". I feel as though I have unfinished business with these people. Or furthermore, maybe I just keep them in my dreams, because I know I can. 

With many of them, the conversations always seem the same. We are usually talking about/acting out those little details that were on my mind earlier. Be it them at the grocery store, or what have you. But I wonder, do many people act out there unfinished business in such ways? And, furthermore, do I even pass through half of these peoples thoughts? Why is it that they weigh so heavily on my mind? Is it that I have saved so many of these people that have come and gone in my character bank for future use for acting purposes?

I constantly say that my brain rambles, and this is one of those many things that it happens to ramble with.

So if you, whoever you are, are out there and thinking the same about me, I hope I show up in your dreams tonight and proceed to tell you what I ate for breakfast and somehow give you the sense that even though we no longer talk alls well here.

Just a girl, wondering what you are up to, and if not to actually find out, making it all up through this imagination of hers.