It seams as though the whispers transformed into large, intense bursts of energy, invading my thoughts until I am over run, out of control and pushed to oblivion. You own my mind, my mind is a mess, a storm swept aside, demolishing everything that is not you. I want you, to know, to hear, to feel, to share, to create, to find them.
Feeling is not an option, I am here to persevere, survive, live and die am I not? Fool is what they hurl at me, who goes there? It is dark in that space there, my vision of you is unclear, his face no longer brightens the room, I am scared. In search of you I stumbled upon a truth, it laughs at the fool and slaps me with my own knowledge, it is not you that owns my mind, it is my mind that owns the though of you, it is and option, and I have chosen to fill my thoughts with you. I no longer claim fool, my eyes open to bright lights, it was never dark in here, I push the mirror out of my path and behind my reflection I found you.
