I’m running away,
I’ve decided to escape into my dreams.
I will live there with Him so that I will never have to be without. He is my day and my night and my whole reason for LIFE.
I was DEAD before He came along. I live a half-life, a cursed life now that He is gone.
We met on the day of love, so ironically celebrated by a nation that spares everyone none. I haven’t stopped loving Him since.
I know he knows what I feel inside and what I know to be true. I just can’t get to Him quick enough for my raging mind.
I’m slowly slipping into an eternal abyss of urges and angers. I say things I don’t mean and mean things I don’t say.
All the while He lurks in my mind, in the shadows and unseen. I glimpse the white tip of his tail from time to time but never more.
I am barely sated by the quickly whispered contents of a device that only divides. I am lost without His laughter, without His healing touch.
He sits among friends and laughs the night into oblivion. I reside in a secluded spot and suffer at the stings of my wounds.
I wish to fly into his arms tonight and sleep in his warm embrace. His breath could tickle my neck and I would never stir.
All I want is to feel a warm body next to me, His heart beating steady and strong. His life, deep and mysterious, would give purpose to my own.
But the world is not so kind to us humble sinners. There is no solace for the good of heart and the stout of mind.
I don’t turn my back on those that need me. I am turned away so many times though and beaten with my own good intentions.
I cannot be and am not consoled no matter what I do. The life I have is demanding something far different from what I want to give.
So I’m running away.
I’m escaping into my Dreams.