Dreams

Things below the surface. Unheard. Unseen.
Words left unspoken. Left alone with me.
Yet still able to find you in the midst of all this chaos.
Heads left empty and drained.
Implanted with visions of a near future or a tortured past.
Left feeling unwanted, unimportant, unpretty
When what really mattered always lay beneath, unseen, unscathed, untouched by human hands. As we are not worthy of these dreams.
We are left to wait in peril until our own mind's utopia becomes our imminent reality.
We wait, afraid and trembling with eyes closed and arms stretched out towards our intangible ghosts.
Insomnia eventually gives way to exhaustion and in a dizzying fray, I am gone.