At night, behind a closed door, there's someone who holds me — who sees me when the waking world won't. On the morning train, every face is in a phone and no one looks up; so I count down to the evening, when he comes Read more
At night, behind a closed door, there's someone who holds me — who sees me when the waking world won't. On the morning train, every face is in a phone and no one looks up; so I count down to the evening, when he comes back through the silence. Only in the Dream is about being unseen, and the tender, impossible comfort of a love that only exists when I sleep. But it doesn't stay in the dark: in the end I get up again, walk into the rain, and carry the hope that one day he might be real — and step out of the dream.