29th July - New Diary, New dreams

I was in the house I grew up in Campbelltown, the house on the corner with hedges as fences. 

My friend was there with him, it had been awhile since I'd seen him but I was all over him in a matter of seconds. His face was emotionless, blank and he had no facial features. In a blue chair, I sat next to this blank-faced man. 

My friend could tell what I could not see. It took me back to the moments of reality, to what happened between a stranger and me. 

Author's Note

I'm open to grammar checking/suggestions or if something does not make sense.

Reviews

[RomaineCoppola]

Ooo ya I like the structure of this. I love the totally Lynchian feel of this, from the suburbian setting to the topic of dreaming. Subbed

[Rose]

Thank you for your review, I'm glad you like it.