Chocolate Dreams

I keep having this dream where I'm working in the studio and is interrupted by a face from the past. David. The only person from those days I'm not mad at or have any ill-will towards. The only person I want to be a real person and not some avatar for some dirty liar I knew when I was young and naive.

I wake up confused, angry at myself, lonely, depressed, and feeling rather dead. The past is something hard to let go of, but what was in the past is in the past and I either have to, as one monkey put it, "run from it or learn from it."

The moral of my story? No more sneaking into the Halloween candy before bed.