I have had thoughts lately, of you and other things, other dreams beyond worldly thing and in it an essence hidden from me. Hidden because I have made no moves to be closer to you. Im just here with my thoughts.
What if, maybe, and should I are the ones I entertain the most. My brain moist with grinding thinking and soon to mush and then nothing but queit until the feelings for you pull me ever close to you, in my mind.
Dreams are strange things, they can be all that is and ever was but not if they remain dreams.