despite the damage

after a long good talk with two precious humans over lunch who are known to me by the noblest, yet most underrated name (people ask parents, how many children do you have? and that is a conversation starter. the young ones are mostly, the first on their mind. people do not ask children about their parents.) we found a cafe to sit down for a bit. small exchanges about emails and homework but mostly we sat in silence, and he read his magazine (dad is picking up old hobbies again!) while i did math. a lot was conveyed : )

in between every chapter i allow myself to read poetry, articles, two pages of a book. 

last night's dream was a myriad of places - that i want to surround myself in. a friend sitting cross-legged on the floor of a bookstore with the sun shining over his face and arms, peals of laughter effused from mum, bunsen burners, dancing in the unlikeliest places, mistakes, victories, and my dreamscape was on a whirl, changing and changing and changing until i woke up. when i did it was like a gentle rupture, and i only recalled all these places in the shower. i guess homes of habit just stick in your head (it is not true that one only dreams in bed.) i like how some songs are full of old sentiments. maybe, feelings can be kept. yep.