I seem to be living in a dreamworld a lot at the moment, just floating along waiting for things to happen, imagining what could happen if people in my dreamworld really existed. Things would be so much better, the world would be a better place. I know the world isn't really like this but it doesn't hurt to dream every so often because a little escapism is nice. It's a change from the everyday monotony that most people experience or even just a chance to escape from a busy life, a chance to use your imagination for a change.
What's struck me recently is the amount of time I've spent wondering about people from my past; people I've met, people I knew, people I called friends. There's one in particular who has been at the forefront of my thoughts this past couple of months and I really don't know why they've been there. Don't get me wrong, it's nice they're there, I'm just confused as to why they're there. I only knew them online, I never met them in real life, and more the shame. I really wish I had met them in real life because they're one of those people who has made such an impact in my life and yet I'm only starting to realise it now.
Yesterday morning I went to an Easter service that started at 5.30am and they were in my thoughts for the whole of it. I don't even think they're particularly religious, not that I can ask them seeing as they've essentially dropped off the face of the earth. I know they're still around, I just don't have any contact details for them anymore. I'm toying with the idea of trying to find them, someone must know something, but I'm not sure. All I do know is I still miss you, Kari.