We were in a large dark room with a huge fridge. It was open and she was humming and looking stupid. Like a glazed over dumb look on her face. And I tried asking her again while maintaining eye contact- “do you know the inspiration to any songs?”
She wasn’t listening at all to what I said.
“Like any song, do you know what inspired any of them?”
Her name was Malia and had dark skin. I don’t think she has any idea about anything. Like she has this stupid look on her face and I get anxiety thinking about even touching her or any girl from this Earth.
I feel like gagging and leaving immediately.
It’s dark outside too, I can feel it.
The elevated train is running but I want no part of any of it right now.
I’m feeling disgust and thinking of songs that make me cry and where they were inspired from while getting sick looking at her and the other thoughtless creatures prying around the fridgerator.
The lights are out and it feels like it’s raining outside.
I don’t trust a single one of them and hope that this dream ends soon.
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