I’ve been having these strange dreams. Dreams that always seems to pop up around this time of the year…sometimes, I wonder if maybe they’re, I don’t know. Something more?
Candy red, journaling
Visions flickering, foggy
And I hear him preaching
Once Upon a twelfth perigee
Someone holds me safe and warm
While we weather the highblood’s storm
Visions dancing gracefully across my memory
More than dreams
Less than life
Someone’s beckoning to me?
Feelings twist like a knife
On this lonely twelfth perigee
Nepeta: Oh, wow, you look…a lot like me.
Disciple: And you look like me.
Nepeta: I’m not sure I understand. What’s going on?
Disciple: I—I…
Nepeta: Do you know something about my dreams?
Disciple: I’m so sorry young one…I never meant for this to happen. For you see…
Disciple:
You recall a love once lost
Feelings through time traveled across
My grief at his death has left your hopeful heart bereft