Solidarity Route

It was dark, about eight in the evening and I was pedaling my way out to the boulevard via the Solidarity route but ended up at a corner house, the average type. The next scene seemed to be the day after, surroundings busy.

And then there you were, again.

We were excited to see each other after a while — we hugged and held hands, it was a warm reunion. We were enjoying the time together, just laughing and unbothered knowing they’re in the rooms, resting from the separate whereabouts before ending up at that corner house for whatever reason.

Some college blockmates of mine were there too, giving that please-introduce-your-guy look but we were like — uhm ah no we’re not — but then we realized we were still holding onto each other l o l. Just like in real life, days after the big blockout six years ago, we just said, no no we’re really just this close. We went ahead, still unbothered and still not letting go. W T F

Why do these dreams still keep on happening?? And why do they still have the same theme — always on affection mode, even after all these years, despite nothing, nothing at all.

And what’s worse is that they’re always in the dreams, doing nothing too.

Whatthefuckwhywhywhy