thought of you

i wonder if you've thought of me at all. to be honest, i don't think of you much or often. you ruined whatever dream i had built up in my head, or maybe i did by waking up. 

still, there's a minuscule piece of you within me. i saw a picture of a camping tent and wondered what it would've been like camping with you. i think it was my silence you ran from, when i thought much like me, you found it precious. you're so lame but the version of you i dreamt up remains my ideal. 

i mourn nothing and i don't want you specifically. at this point, it's a matter of writing down my thoughts and remaining aware - recognizing the patterns that weave my head, to try and make sense of it.

still...i thought of you, in a brain that doesn't let everything in. have you thought of me at all since then?