One of those days when you just can't stay awake in algebra.

I drempt of him last night.
The last one i had is what he is.
i still loved him i could tell.
we sat in an empty room in big red chairs.
watching a TV that shows nothing but static.
we didn't watch the TV.
We watched each other.
we were the characters pretending to have feelings we don't.
we are the actors showing we are unsatisfied with what we have become.
I'm numb on oneside.
inside
or
outside...
...i'm not sure which.
but one side is overwhelmed with this all.