I don't remember most of my dreams. All I know is they must be dark and somber. As I sleep I move in search of a comfortable position, aware of my self as I inhale deeply. My nights are too short. I see images of muddy fields and wild animals roaming free. I am me but I'm not the same. I feel like I'm tirelessly searching for reasons unknown to others but myself. I am lost in a dream. As usual I sense I am searching for someone, maybe him. He changes everytime and changes me. I miss him and need him in my dreams. I search for him in hopes of becoming an essential part of him, a need, an urge, and vice.
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