No Words, No Talk, We’ll Be Dreaming
… I hate dreams. Lately, I very much hate them. I don’t care if they’re precognitive, or if they’re just the incoherent bumblings of my subconscious, wishing uselessly for what I can’t have. Either way, I want certain things to stop playing guest spots in my head. It’s unfair. I don’t want any false hope. The stars have spoken. You listened. Now leave me.