Poetry: Fan Girl

After a day spent listening to my entire collection of Gackt albums (I own his complete discography), I found myself falling asleep a few minutes ago, long enough to just barely start to dream. I don’t often remember my dreams, but this one was a doozie and made me realize that I had spent far too much time immersed in Gackt’s amazing voice today. It took me to another world… another life. When I woke up with my hair looking all ridiculous from having passed out on the dining room table, “Fan Girl” came out. I don’t promise quality here, I was half-awake when I wrote it.

I have to admit, sometimes it is really cool to wake up from a dream of some guy that you are never going to meet, with the most beautiful white wings, whispering to you in a language that you’ve immersed yourself in for the last year. The coolest part is realizing that you understood every word that he said.

Fan Girl