...listening to the voice or reason. It sounds so foreign, distant and hollow, yet needed. Alone and slowly walking deeper in to my fortress of solitude I care not that the doors lock behind me, one by one and I have not the key to reopen them. Passing by familiar doors, locks on each and behind them memories..Hand placed upon them and warmth still radiates though to me. I stand still and want nothing more than to unlock and embrace the moments lost to time and foolish decisions past. To voice reasons of why I did and how I was wrong and how the hurt never quite healed. A captive in my own mind, sadly there has been none to wake me, pull me from this sweet, yet sad madness. A decade of dreams have revealed her nature but never her identity.
Where are you...who are you