12.27.17

vivid dreams aren't good, but at least they aren't nightmares.
a foreign parking lot,
a familiar trailer,
cold air brushing my skin,
the warmth of a building the second I step foot in it.
a stretch of hallway reminiscent of an Italian street,
so many people surrounding the tables but
if you wander far enough, you find one that's empty.
two girls with short lilac and violet waves,
and long navy, teal tresses.
perhaps the quality of the dream didn't lie in the detail,
but in the cast.

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