Yellow light is my first sight, of course, I fell asleep with the light on, unable to keep myself from our dreams. When I woke up, every single time I do, in fact, regular as clockwork, I swear, every time, that it will be the last time. Too many times have gone, heavenly hell, tender…

Pictures line the walls of an empty home. Leaving the door open, every night, is my routine, at least, for now, somehow, it makes me feel safe, erratic. The air is cool and encompassing. Can the moonlight find me, or will it get lost, tonight? Missing my directions, every night, I am empty, every night.…

Why do I do it? I ask myself once again. I was born to love, alas, I was born, to a world, so starved, so cold, my heart is unique, destined for searching, seeking but never finding, until it’s over.

It was just for a moment, but there was an instant, last night (or this morning, depending on your definition) where you and I were reunited, in my subconscious, as I slept, and I was yours. I didn’t dare to say it, even in a dream, but I could sense it, a sense of serene…