Only in Dreams
Even as I say goodbye to friends who are leaving now and who I might not see again before departure, I feel nothing. Even as my departure approaches, I feel nothing. But the closer it is, the more I want to lie down and sleep. In dreams I find the sadness and the love, the elation and the fear that I lack in waking life. I dream of things related and unrelated to leaving here but they all seem strangely appropriate. The dreams themselves are abstract but the emotions are lucid. When will they surface?