Shit

I dreamt about you. Again. You were standing in front of the mirror, fitting a new shirt you wanted to buy.

We were on the phone, and you asked me where I was. I answered “hey, you know what ? I can see you, you know.” And we both were laughing.

Then I got up, asking my self “Where are you ?”. No, it’s not about your whereabouts. It’s much deeper than that.

And …

I’m afraid.

A Crazy World We’re Living In

Two forty five in the morning. I was gotten up by several missed calls from a friend of mine. She had left me a message and I heard it. She told me to call her back because something bad happened. She was crying there.

Usually I don’t call back people who call me when I sleep even though their calls wake me up. But soon as I heard her sobs, my first thought was : Someone whom she and I know just died !

So I called her, getting ready to hear any news that could possibly worst happen. She cried and cried on the phone, I just let her done with her tears then I asked her what goes on.