Never have i felt so incredibly lonely and abandoned, when i never had anything to begin with. is it possible to be so love sick and not be in love. why is lifes loneliness so cold and ruthless when least expected. swollen eyes and sleepless nights become routine. you run so swiftly through my dreams, threading all my impulses at its seams. i felt your finger tips through my hair, your soft whispers down my neck in the midnight air. standing there alone in the fog, as quick as you came, you were soon gone. who are you soul of my dreams, the lust i will not capture, the hope ill never meet. you leave me breathless and weak in the knees, i could only imagine this dream become day, when you no longer stand alone, but with me as we lay.

-TO