Nicole Johnson

Awakened from a slumber only to be a figment of my imagination of mindless riddles coexisting with one another.
T’was I that sought you out.
Running toward a mirror image of you to nothing at all.
Endlessly chasing a being that only I can see.
Look at me!
A mind that once wandered for the very thing that made me happy– to chasing a dream that places me in yet another dream of a tortured soul that has become me.
We walk side by side, your hand in mine and happiness replacing the soul that once possessed me into a hollow casket in a soiled earth-like place.
That look you gave me is a look I implant into my mind and close my eyes to a restless sleep and there you are a morbid you that isn’t really you at all.
Your eyes gaze back at me
Your mouth quivering as if to speak but nothing seeps through.
Dreaming of you as the sun begins to rise and my body trembles from a cold draft that pushes me toward another endless cycles of rambling.
My love,
My one and only
If following you through the fragments of memories is my only resolution than I shall follow you forevermore.