08 - Lucy's words
So I dreamt of you last night. Strange after so much time. And strange too, that everything that happened is so unclear in my head. Exactly what you were to me is so vague, intangable. I remember most of all laughing with you and talking excitedly about music, bands, gigs and memories of music that transported us at one time or another in our lives. I also remember your strange confidence - a confidence perhaps forced, from a childhood of insecurity. It seemed out of context with your look, your manner and that sorrow in your eyes. So the dream; you were so unhappy. Depressed beyond belief and how could even picture you like that I don't know. Maybe that sorrow in your eyes filled some secret part of my brain with an untold narrative. Something never thought precisely but nevertheless formulated somewhere deep inside my thoughts.
