Nightmare

"You were in love with the most perfect figure in your mind that was embodied in me. You were passionately needy for that existence to fulfill your isolation, to shelter your everlasting shame. I was a defective picture of your illusionary thoughts. You broke me, you broke yourself; You were the tormenter, and the tormented. You are a pathetic insane who kept striving for the perfection; seeking for originality. You were wrong, you were dangerously wrong. Go and hide in your distant solitude because world never needs a lunatic like you. You are the very barrier of yourself, you are extremely obssessed with other side of the line; the untouchable. Go away......"

I woke up. Rage and passion swirled in my head. These complex nightmares, these frightening delusions, and this delicate sound of past are twist and tunrs of a dissolved image. I went to bed; to hear all those things again, to be told how alieanated I am, how my eyes are always filled with fear, loneliness and an unearthly gaze, and just to think to myself how those eyes never lied about what truly was inside of her. Tomorrow the sun will rise; no more conflict, no more anguish.....