It’s missing. The piece. It’s forlorn. Twists of sweet. I ache. Chest pained. Why does hearing, seeing explode fire in my veins?

A nightmare woke me at midnight last night, not at all kidding. I usually wake up all night, every night, but terrifying nightmares are rare and vivid, and stay active after I’m awake. This one felt more intense than it was scary:

Like a placid abyss, sable liquid meeting gray light, but with no sky, while I bob like a buoy, no waves, no one in sight, just knowing something is beneath the surface waiting to pull me under.

I woke up shaking, breathless…so I employed a lullaby to sing me to a calm state of mind.

I wish I didn’t have such a big heart, but I guess then, what would I write about?

If my brain gains massive energy from his beautiful soul, why should I make it let go???

Right?

Am I addicted or in love? All I want is a bite tonight.