I breathe in, the atmosphere tastes like my home. I can't open my eyes but I feel a warm hand over me.
"Jeez Leroy, you pushed yourself this time," your voice said.
I could feel the heaviness on my chest, pulling me back down from where I rose. My high hopes to achieve something or to gain from you. Where could this lead to?
It hurts to blink and open my eyes, it hurts to talk. Yet there was an angel beside me.
"Please, have mercy on me," my throat is so dry.
"What the? What the hell did she give you?" you asked.
I opened my eyes, you again.
"What happened to your face?" I looked up, scratched, and bruised.
"I had to pry Synthia off of you, right now you should ask that question for yourself," you responded.
Why must it always be with you? I can't help but feel this pain in my chest whenever you're around, when I catch you in my eyes and when I pull you towards me.
"Here, this might help you relax," you said reaching for the guitar.
Then you sang:
A wish
Is a foolish man's action
To standby
Is only how they wait
But I mustn't go that way
For I'm chasing you
The seas carry our fate
The smell of rain, I look around me, nothing but your back.
"Hey wait!"
I don't know why, but my feet moved on their own as I heard you cry. Then nothing. It's all black. I'm suffocating. All I know is that I'll be in this state for a while.
…
I now crave it, your voice, your everything I want it all. I don't care now, I want you to rip it off of me, everything, and set me free. Your presence tells me well.
Every time I open my eyes it would be a new canvas around me. It could either be a warm sunny day or a dark windy wreck. In most of them, he appears to guide me or leave me. Sometimes in some of them, I grew desperate shouting for him to come out and sometimes he never does. Why does it feel like as soon as I'm able to reach him it ends? What could I be missing?