I was in some kind of safari African area. There were deer herds running in this trench that encircled the safari. These groups of tribal people were chasing deer herds, which were chasing the tribal people..it was impossible to tell who was running away from whom. They were all running at a consistent speed, so maybe they were just running together. Jake and I were standing on the edge and he had to keep holding me back to make sure I didn’t fall. We were wearing these helmet things on our heads that were supposed to ‘enhance the experience.’ All these helmets did was close when the deer were running past us and open up again when the tribal people were, so we never saw the deer.
Then Sasha and I were sitting on a black couch in a bright red/pink room. The couch was the only thing in the room, and the room never seemed to end. It just kept stretching on and on, until it was impossible to tell where the walls that marked its limits were. Every time we said something, a flashback of whatever we were talking about appeared, and when it was gone, a new couch with a new person sitting in it was in the room.
Sasha and I were talking how much it sucked that the helmets prevented us from seeing the deer. Then a red couch appeared and Jake and Mike were sitting on it, and they were agreeing with us. Then a red chair appeared and Aaron was sitting on it and holding some type of spear. He had war paint lines under his eyes and paint in his hair. He said we should have taken off our helmets. Apparently, he did, and he said seeing the deer herds run was the most amazing thing he’s ever seen because the deer were actually gazelles. He said he jumped down in the trench and ran after the gazelles with the tribal people. Then this eight year old girl appeared and she was wearing a white tank top and white assless shorts. The underwear she was wearing had a sentence or two written on the crotch part in bold blue letters. It said something involving her and Jake and there was a huge sexual undertone to it. She started doing the splits and talking about something, probably the deer, but no one heard her. All anyone could do was stare at what was written on her crotch. Then Mae appeared and said something like “I’m not gonna lie, I would feel really uncomfortable if I was Jake right now.” I’m not sure what she said exactly, but I know that it started off with “I’m not gonna lie….” I think at that point Jake was getting really pissed off at the eight year old girl, and everyone was just laughing at how awkward the situation was. At some point, Adam appeared in the room, I’m pretty sure he was drunk, and he kept trying to sit with everyone on their couch, but no one would let him “until he stopped being such an asshole.” I’m not sure what we all were referring to when we said that, because all he did was pop up drunk and try to sit next to us.
Then we were all standing up and playing a game. The closest equivalent I can think of is Twister, but that’s not it at all. There’s this white flag type thing with different colored circles on it. At least two people are supposed to play, one on each side. They are both supposed to have their lips on the same circle for three minutes. After that, whatever color your lips are on dissolves into you and pretty much everything becomes that one color. One of the circles is clear, and the effects of that circle are different for each person. Jake and I decided to do that circle. After three minutes, nothing seemed different. I took my phone out of my pocket, and it changed colors every few seconds. The colors weren’t bright or fluorescent enough to give you epilepsy though, each second a new color appeared, the color seemed just right. Pretty soon, every object I’ve touched since the three minutes was up was changing colors. Any object in my possession was the most beautiful, magical color that it could possibly be. I laid down on the once red couch, that was now changing colors as well, and felt perfectly content. Everyone around me was freaked out by how different everything was: they were examining everything, telling each other how cool it was. But I just laid there; I probably reached nirvana, or something close to it. To me, everything around me was just the way it was supposed to be. Every bright or muted color seemed to be just right.

well, my breath is clinging to the window again.
transferring onto the cool glass and fading away,
coming and going like the ships at the tiny harbour where we used to live.

wake up each morning to the sound of seagulls above me and the salt in my hair.
remember, we washed our hair to try to get rid of that smell, even though we knew it would come back the following morning, after another one of those long nights. we took turns standing outside the door so we wouldn't get kicked out again, remember that?
and even though the mornings were freezing, the sunrises made up for any of the cold. each morning, lonnie brought us a steaming cup of hot chocolate to share, right after opening up his coffee shop.
it's hard to believe that years have passed since those days.

remember, we said we didn't care if we'd make it. all we lived for was the day, we'd roam the beach and fall asleep under the stars. i guess i lived that way for a while after you left. doing all those things just brought back the loss, so after a while, i stopped.

well, i hope i never.
well, i hope i never.
well, i hope i never.