I Dream of You
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I Dream of You September 23, 1991 I dream of you through scarlet dream-like hazy curtains of clouds. You are coming near me. The closer you are, the stronger I feel your merciless grip tightening around my body, my waist, no, now, my neck. Do you want to kill me? It has been so long. I never knew exactly what I would do if I’d see your face again. Your face, your face, I try to forget, but it corners me again, mercilessly, and the closer you are, the more I want to kiss you, no, kill you, I love you too much. You encompass me, my being, and take me in all, leaving me no freedom to breathe to be. How can you be so cruel? I dream of you, I see you in every word I write, in every face I see. You follow me everywhere. Shots of color, burning bright, striking ceaselessly, one overpowering the other. Bombs go off. Then, nothing, white. Wait. And I see you, coming closer, encompassing me, until you are me. My warm young hand clutches the soft familiar covers. One breath, and in a moment, I’m falling.











