in their darkest dreams.

I can't see you. I can't hear you. But I know you're alive. It's comforting to feel you dwelling in the darkest part of me. To know that you exist keeps my thoughts active and my mind wandering. You should know this isn't easy for me.
And we drain our necks in poetic fashion.
Still, the waves of blue are born to beat back the waves of red. Waves that drown us and haphazardly draw our eyes up to fall into an...evil stare.

What is this?

I now find myself feigning these emotions, and I cannot help it. But I like it.

And you won't ever know.