You have become the darkest of all dream figures. Leading me down paths to nowhere. Abandoning me in places of ignorance and greed. Places where my light is not celeberated but merely a calling card to all those who lurk and scheme to manipulate my good nature. You are the source of nightmares, my cold sweats at night. You scare me. The darkest, darkest eyes. Empty, vain, ominous. I used to love those eyes. Now, having them fixed upon me maliciously in a dream, I hate them. And I run from them. Like those two, enormous, evasive eyes looking over Gatsby and Daisy -- you are the intruderer. You melt and mold into my deepest fears everytime. A slick, oozing puddle of liquid despair. You set the trap and I wake up defeated.
I have to remind myself time and time again that it was "just a dream", that you can't find me and deep down you're not that vindictive of a person to go out of your way to hurt me.
But it's too late an I'm already running.
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