His Drifting Now: 11

"Caress,
Hurt,
The cyclical nature of reality makes me sick.
I puke.
I had a beautiful.
One of those dreams, where...
you fall in love.

But... when you wake up, you realize it was just dream.
You weren't even able to say goodbye properly.
You wake up to the reality,
you are not loved,
you have no love!
you have noone!

Have you had a dream like that?

And...
After the dream, were you able to love again?
Being unable to properly say goodbye...

Even in dreams, things are so fragile.

But, this, this this, this, this love.
Stands any injury.
So is this a dream or not?
Tell me dear."

I caress her cheek while she sleeps.

"Are we part of some beatiful dream?"