I Love You

I write about my dreams. I write what's in my heart and what it wants, not what it has. I write this way as a means of not just expression but as a method. My pen is a blade, and I plunge it into my chest, remove all the debris and blockages, and grab my heart, slowly and deliberately squeezing out onto the page its contents. Now that I can visualize what is in my heart, it is easier to make it reality. And once it has become reality I am no longer plagued by the acrid burning within my chest, and can be contented with it so I may place my heart back inside of me so it may seek out its next dream...

I write about dreams, not reality. And now that you have become reality to me I find I cannot write about you... you leave me speechless.