Who are you? What are you? I want to ask, but they're stuck deep in dreams that I can't understand. Your voice is dark, comforting and welcoming, I'd love to meet whoever you are. Your somewhere stuck in my head, but there's to much noise to find you in the end. Who is the they- the them? The he? Definetly not a she.
Your only a vague, dark, welcoming, softness- that's all I see. I know you can speak and you know me with a bee. I want to know the where, what and who but it's hard to know when your hidden far in a tomb.
Could you hold my hand in the closet? And help me reach out? That would be nice.
But could you be me? I don't know who or what I am, where is know only from others so there's alot between us but it be hard to think, I could be so great.
((No I don't know whats going on and yes I have meet a vague, dark -in feels and voice- thing while semi asleep and had a conversation with it I can't really remember.))
