I had a dream last night. It went something like this.

"I hope that you're happy going north. I know you wanted to and I'm sorry I got in the way. I hope that you're not moving there to appease some sort of idea that you're escaping anything. You won't find what you're looking for unless it's misery and distance. I hope you realize that your journey towards something temporary, intangible and plastic fails miserably like I know it will."

I don't know how I conjure this fucking shit up. But I do. And it hurts because I know it's not a stretch of truth. This is not farfetched. And you can sleep easy knowing that whatever aches are in my heart are all yours.