remembering.
maybe i had a dearth of obsession then, but i had some dreams which ought to be true. i had dreamt of you standing before me, and my heart bowed down to yours then. when i thought of you being close to me i went in trance everytime as you talked to me, but i could not do it that seemed truly exciting i could not take the step that took me nearer, though i never meant really to sway away and i have you in sections of my heart, safe. whenever i look back i see only emptiness but feel you somewhere beneath all the rust i feel you somewhere beneath the moments i feel you somewhere...