28th Dream

The day of the 28th was a day of about 100 calls and numerous amount of texts... The chasing, the constant worry got the better of me.
The prescription of Diazepam is a miracle. Out for the count. No need to count those sheep.

The chase followed me to my dream.
I searched high and low for you. I called every person I could think of that was close to you. I had someone, but can't remember who, who was with me to help me find you. I gave up. I cried. I lost.

Was dragged out that night to somewhere in Shaftsbury, London. Hated it. Wanted to go home and sleep forever.
I walked off from the others, and wondered on my own. Didn't care how dangerous it was for me to be on my own late that night. Didn't care what happened to me.

I came across some live music being played. It sounded great, so I followed the sounds of the guitars.
Big plaque named "The Garrick Theatre" was the one main thing I remembered clearly. Does it even exist?

The forum was half full, almost towards the end of a gig. I peered through, and saw you playing on stage.

"WHAT THE FUCK" I thought.

Didn't know how I felt, but definitely felt I had to go.

Your guitar stopped playing, and I realised you had noticed me then. I walked faster, then began to run.
When did a alley way exist in Shaftsbury Avenue area? Who cares, I ran down there. Pass the market stalls that had barbed wired on the ground to trip me up.

You shouted my name. I ignored and ran even faster.

I ran myself into a dark wall.