It's hard to sleep when your not here. Visions of vague memories reimburse me time and time again. I miss you and the one I once knew. Fading in and around time as these dreams seep through my consciousness. I can see your face, I know you're here. That peripheral abyss I can't seem to fall into without you. I can't understand why you seem so close, yet you're so far away. These images captured of you in my mind seem to recollect themselves through insomniac plight. Without rest I know not of you but with so much you have become real. The vivid apparitions of everything I feel came into contact with my heart and tear my world apart. Intersecting entities between love and hate consume those sleepless nights. The tossing and turning, the emotionless grip you seem to possess. The feeling of abrasion against my soul constantly getting ripped by solidarity. I tend to dream only by drifting off by day, never knowing how long I'll be gone but eventually I'd return only to find remnants of you. Remnants of your distant illusion suffocating me, yet embracing your visits with welcome arms. Your smile blossoms prolonged belief that you're truly mine. The shadows you've awoken from constrain me, mocking my enlightenment for your existence. I could swear that you were real but no one can see you but I. Those tears I shed for you no one witnesses because you wipe them all away. There is no other like you but yet you return to invade my sanctity. I miss you but I know I shouldn't. I love you but I look back on the reasons why I do. Loyally you're with me always... and for that I am forever grateful... but sometimes I call it insanity. Are you a figment of my ever expanding imagination? Or are you a hallucination to good to be true when I don't want to be alone? Do you revisit my room, my thoughts, and my sleepless nights because you know more of me than I know of you? Are you a story beyond my justice in me? Of from what origin you come from I don't know, but my heart cannot separate from you despite the fact I know I can. I'll die losing you but dying is my only escape from you. You have sealed me by your kiss of contempt. I had fallen into you when my life had no meaning. Sometimes I regret falling so far from being independent, and I try to forget but am constantly reminded of it by your touch... Your ever seducing touch that rapes me... That I actually find pleasure in being submissive to you like this is uncanny of me. I don't know who you are... and whether or not these things happen to me or not I'll never understand. In the end I want to comprehend you but yet I want to look away. I want to grip your actuality and choke it to damnation but from the goodness of my heart I want to feel you inside and out. I don't know why... but my analysis of you can never be synthesised... You are my Indecisive Cross-Section.
