I'm Your Phantom Consciousness

There are things we must discuss, but where is the time? The think crisp cool air siphons my energy while premature sunsets advocate the darkness. I need to talk to you, but these challenges prolong our encounter. You have been forcefully injected with liquids of uncertainty. You no longer remain knowing. I need to talk to you. I need to kindle and evoke your mind, shed light unto certainty and abolish the doubt. Your belief in yourself is golden as the sun, but you need to be pushed. You need to be reminded, inspired and aroused. These obstructions of the winter hinder me. You no longer have time to ponder me. The thoughts go dry as your energy do. But I am determined, I must get to you, for the sake of your being lies in my phantom hands. I need to talk to you, and remind you, you are exactly what you believe you are.