He is asleep in his room. Shadows of my fear stretch across my walls. Let them reach him. Let them reach him in in all its strange form, in all my awkward linings. Regardless how bizarre. Doesn't he know? He should have. How the distance of space limits me. The hope he'll understand.
Let them tiptoe their way into his dreams. I'm afraid, but I'm more afraid he will never realize when in time he'll find something more meaningful. Those shadows leave voices of unkindness. Their figures stretch along his bed forgetting to carry our time capsule. Please wake up before the memories fade. Why aren't you awake yet?
I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to be in rage. I want to do it all for you. Understand me, kiss me, and hold me. Ever so strong that I would start see colors circle before me. Drug me so I wouldn't see you in my dreams. Then I'll promise myself to live for every tomorrow.
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