Beyond Lines: In My Dreams
Literature) Words cascade from my mouth. It's like rain, only instead of giving, it deprives. And for what? He's not interested. That's why he approaches me, right? That's why he wrote me first. Or was that just something I misread? Between the lines of his intention is this abysmal nihility, a void, some patient emptiness that is us. Maybe I'm foolish to think that I could hold relevance—that I could hold him . Close, without condition, like a dream. Merely a dream. In My Dreams: I think this was blown out of proportion. I waste my time on wasting yours and it's all fun and games when it's just fun and games. God forbid that I have feelings. I wear a smile on special occasions, when you decide I'm worth your attention. If you don't want me here, why'd you let me in? I'm lying next to you, feeling forgotten. Is it over? You were almost the one for me. All I ever wanted, never what I need. I can only run so far from reality. I think you were ...