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stop now, I know you and your love. you come to me in my dreams and in my sleep. my awaking thoughts of my love for you. its obscure and obfuscated, I dont even know my own thoughts, yet they invade my perforations. ready to tear apart. you drive me mad with guesses yet when I see your name there I cant help but be excited. why cant I understand you? the barrier is too thick, impenetrable. thine form is incomprehensible to me, yet I comprehend a copy within my dreams. I just want to know you but I cant and can never. So a dream you will forever remain, evermore. No matter how my love manifests in the oddest of ways and I look at you and can't understand if it's real or if it's not. I will continue my dreaming without ceasing as a show of loyalty to the you that exists within me, that is my mind. I just cant stop it, until you're revealed in your true form for the love I have found and seem to have lost from the raising of the curtain. why? why cant I know you? such a terrible situation through a net and field of incompressible numbers and shapes. Yet I still think I know you and understand you. I feel as though the twinkle of your light penetrates the gaps and I can dream about the real you! I want to learn more! Do you understand the message as is penetrating the barrier of reality and thought? I think not yet it still exists waiting for you to grasp. The trail is there and the white rabbit leads you yet I think you still dont understand. I will dream of you tonight and think of you when I awake and I want to experience so much more with you, as I said your mention makes my heart jump but I know its a falsehood. The barrier obfuscates your form and I cannot see so my mind, my deranged mind fills the gaps with perfection and I see you as I see you! I want it to be real but it cannot be.
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white
I think of you and fill in the blank, my love.
