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You'll never know how you make me feel. It's just something that can never happen. Our thoughts and hopes just like whispers in the wind. They make their way to each other but never more than that. My heart will hang heavy with a dream that will always remain with me. A dream of you. A dream that I hold with my whole soul. Yet through it all I feel the stars have crossed my destiny. A present time Romeo and Juliet. Even still, I pray for the shear thought of seeing you smile. Seeing the moonlight shine against your face. You are my light in the darkness of this world. I read your words every night. I look at your face every morning. Yet I've never felt your touch. In a perfect world, we could be together. In this world, we will always be apart.

Everyone dreams. Throughout a single night the average person will have around 10 different dreams. That's why our dreams seem so weird at times. Freud stated that our dreams are reflections of how we truly feel. Science has concluded that we have to dream. Without them we would surely go crazy.....crazy. I was crazy once. They locked me in a rubber room. I died. They buried me. The worms, they ate me. The worms were crazy.....due to the inability of our mind to filter out all the images we take in in a day. Most people will remember only a portion of a dream. To remember the whole thing would be a difficult task. Maybe one day we will be able to look into the dreams of someone who is truly crazy.....crazy. I was crazy once.....

In a drunken stupor, I wait for your words. Never seeing the hate that you hold in your heart for me. The taste of alcohol still tingling in the back of my throat. I fight the urge to just give up and turn my back on the things I've grown accustom to. The want to just turn and run, never looking back to see if you even notice. I spend my days in a lost sensation of hope. Hope that you'll see me, hope that you'll hear me, hope that you want me. Like a ghost I sneak through your life without being fully seen but always being noticed. You allow me to catch glimpses of your thoughts but never tell me what you think. I give you my whole, my very undivided attention. As if there was a stenographer in my closet, I listen to every detail and remember every word. The way your breath exhales through each syllable. The feel of your laugh. Yet through this all, I'm just a wave of undesirable wind, caught in an explosion of thought. Never to be more than a mere whisper.

Someone take this knife from my hands. For I feel it's cold steel might make amends for all the wrongs I have committed. It's shine blinds my eyes from the truth. I can't help but think of the warmth of blood running down it's sharpened edge. The taste of iron on it's hilt makes my spine quiver with excitement. The feel of flesh ripping open fills my soul with delight. Oh, the sight of the first spray of blood. The sound of a gurgled moan. Next time, don't knock on my door Jehovah's Witness.