an afternoon dream.

A dream, a return home from afar, no one seem to be welcoming, no one cared. There’s a wolf who’s a woman, who wanted me to bring her shoes so she could stand like a human. I ran, in fear of being eaten. Playground, with lots of children running around and someone asked ‘if you make a candy, would you make it sweet or crispy?’ the choice was too hard, I cried and cried and cried.

wonder what it all means…

 

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