i had a dream the other day that i found a plastic box and inside it was every childhood toy i ever lost and wished to hold again. but anyway its all normal i think.
an incredible feeling of contentedness washed over me when i looked in the box. i didn't even touch anything in the box, but the feeling that everything that was lost and missed and wondered about was finally found and tangible washed over me in a wave of tranquility . and i don't think it was just the box? i think in that moment, on the floor of my bedroom, with the midday sun coming in through the window, every loose end was tied and every lost toy could be held and every lost memory could be revisited in perfect detail. that nothing would ever be truly lost again.
so maybe i met an angel actually
