"A loser is somebody that tries and fails while a coward is somebody that does nothing at all. It's better to have lost than to have not, because life is so much better than just sitting alone, brooding in the dark."
As my prelude entertained you, it is time for me to nonchalantly spill.
To shed light to the rest of the tale that leaves me in a plot of heartbreak chills.
It bears a resemblance to madness, although it suffers little reason, as I would later see.
It's a distorted reality, an engine of dreams that can run anybody down, to the coldest degree.
For what it's worth, what's fact may be fiction, as vise-versa would also apply.
But even with that said, I would never answer questions that ask, if any of it is truth or lie.
---As the days have gone, flickered by,
something unexpected had occurred.
The boy meant to forget, but in his dreams you have invaded;
to him, you have returned.
The boy was in bliss,
dwelling in his pillow of dreams.
Suddenly he stumbles upon a phantom figure,
one that begs his heart to a silent scream.
"What are you doing here,
why have you come?
Had we not come to an agreement,
where things between us are done?"
"I have come to tell you to stop hiding,
stop boxing yourself in.
Share the light that you hold, start moving;
shake yourself into a spin."
"I would gladly do so,
if your kind had not extinguished it before.
Living in the dark is something,
that I cannot put myself into, any more."
"There is always some madness in love.
As the wind, I have chaos within.
But there is also always some reason in madness.
A good reason to let us under your skin."
As the boy pondered on what the phantom had told,
He suddenly remembered the chills & terrors that came with it's words.
For this was not the first of soon to be many encounters,
This was just one of the many already recurring nightmares.
A terrifying revelation,
that led the boy to desperately ache himself awake.
Because to him, the phantoms advice,
is just another one of those things that many call a "mistake".
As the red spilled into his eyes,
when she flew from here to there on her swing,
Something important had arrived,
Which was to remind himself that dreams are slippery things.
He would then unlock the door that held him in that prison.
Only to hide away and forget how he did it, as he awakened.
If only he could remember important details such as these,
Then he wouldn't find himself entangled with her, too many times in dreams.
