i used to have this re-occurring dream about being rescued from a nazi death camp. i remember the guy. he had blue eyes and dark curly hair. we would run down to a train station and i can never remember getting out of the train station.
i'm thinking that the fool reminds me of this dream person. it would explain why i like that song. also maybe its a past life regression memory. it was just weird that on yom kippur i decided to research the lyrics and find out about the death camp in Treblinka. maybe i died there in the train station.
well that's my bit of crazy things that i can believe in.
maybe the fool really is this person who tried to save me. explain the intensity, how much i miss his kiss.
whats a girl to do. he's been in contact a bit since i wrote he was giving me the silent treatment. hum, alive, alive, alive, alive with love.
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