• The pondering farce images in my sleeping head, or the possible movements in the night I awake to and or hear. She puts fear into me, makes me feel alive at times. Then again, I'm playing roulette with my life, my very essence of being. Sometimes she even comforts me. When the climax of stress comes into my head, I always, always, have the image of us cuddled together, I can't ever escape from that image, no matter how hard I try. The description of people they hunt fit me perfectly. Which makes me even more paranoid. There was even once contact was made. But from my reaction to it, I don't think it'll happen again. The most reliable "proof" I have is engraved into my back. I used to have dreams so vivid, now only clouded by blackness. I no longer sleep for a healthy reason, I sleep to wash my life away. The feeling of drowning in the murky black place known as my mind.. that's all I think of when I awake.