As the "letter A" scrolled through my brain, his light impressed a secret signature in my head.

Eyes wide shut, in solitude, an intimacy of mutual rapport comforted me yet, once again.     -received.

 

It was nothing new, but definitely different from the times before.

Recalling those specific psychic attacks, those that left me frightened on the floor.

All who landed in one place, as if only to send a message to me.

Mass memorandums, some stronger than the other. Hurt & pain. -received.

 

The good can comfort and bring pleasure, the bad leave trembling horrors that haunts for days.

Hordes of communication can be sent in this way, peculiar images, examined and stored.    -received.

 

With eyes wide shut, the story of another can often be discerned and purposed.

A stranger's life somehow becomes a part of your own.

Audio present, with the ability to see.

A video, and no inclination of why.     -received.

 

.A dream affected, or perhaps controlled with a given imagery I do not know.

How can one disturb, or influence a dream with a control nobody else can see?     -received.

 

Eyes wide shut, my dream leaves a lasting impression on me.

One in which I must ignore, or choose to adhere great attention towards. 

Affected by only my remembrance, the false illusion brings much confusion.

Altered state, affected and unsure of reason, dismissed by necessity.     -received..

 

Unwantingly present, discerning thoughts leave me to puzzle at what I have witnessed or seen.

Lies can be told and tragedies recognized, a mutual understanding between him and me.    -received.

 

My face-in, although your silhouette is very present, you are one in which others cannot see.

You hear my thoughts in a way in which I cannot comprehend, and I receive messages that I simply cannot resend.

Although I try to comfort you in your moments of pain, you are not something I can share, thus your secret remains.

Face-in, will you not love me in the ways in which I have loved you? A mutual understanding, an image of you.     -received.

 

I close my right eye and see you hiding under there, and you bring comfort on most days by simply knowing you are there.

Secret images of those in whom I can see, but cannot touch as they continue to reach for me;, my mind speaks.    -received..

 

Rip van Winkles, stuck in a dream, reaching for a secret wake from one unseen.

It's a depiction of a stranger, and sometimes that of a friend.

My fellow victim, like me, -grasping for an exit from the reality of their dreams.

Wake my unidentified soul, I have yelled, "Rise," although your eyes were wide closed.     -received.

 

 

[March 9th, 2016].