My dreams morphed from a faceless woman bearing my children,
To you, wanting another chance
My dreams morphed from cataclysmic apocalypses,
To survival, life after life, with you.
Although in truth, I believe you were there, in every one of my dreams.
The faceless girl, representing my inability to not only cope but understand what I felt for you, my emotions personified into the perfect specimen.
The cataclysmic apocalypse, a desolate landscape, representing the uninhabitable corners of my heart, that of which you so readily claimed and so readily left baron.
A place no one else may dare step foot.
Dreams are a window into the soul\'s most vulnerable and chaotic iterations of one\'s wants and needs.
And I guess some part of me must want the world to end so you\'d be given no other choice but to love me.