Shadows

I'm a cursed dreamer. To grow up alone in the world, surrounded by bodies yet none of them warm, creates a conundrum in my mind. I am surrounded by nothing but thoughts, some dark and lonely, sharp and crass, and others bright and hopeful, hypnotic and soft. I don't think I'll ever escape the shadows of my mind and sometimes I look to her to take me somewhere else. Unlike anything I've ever known, she knows me. She held my hand in those blank memories, folded over me and hardened like molten metal. She knows me. Engulfed me into her body and caressed my back, she knows me. Where others pricked and pulled, she hardened and growled. Protected me from the unknown depths of thought, the abyss, and lay over me to ...