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I've been constantly having dreams of writing so I decided to write down my dreams I thought some of the thoughts I thought would make some things right, maybe shed some light and eliminate some of this darkness Ya see, I think I've fallen. Fallen in thought of falling in love. Ya know Ive never been the emotional type the type to talk all day about this him, this him that should turn my one to two my dark to light and just might.. Well if I'm lucky complete me. Finish me off like the painters latest project and hang me up in his exhibit of loves, muses. Right along side Cleopatra. Juliet I thought this dream was through yet, it wasn't, I picture a man, no face but the heart of the one most high. Uplift me to touch the most high, live in his light and maybe get some of those rays reflected. Only... If I'm lucky But ya know I've never been the lucky type more of the giving type but never receiving. No return... No receipt. Giving to me now thats some what silent like the p in receipt, the I in receive and I was what has been lost in this reoccurring dream. Ya see, I've fallen and I can't get up. Fallen to the depths of the most fiery thoughts of passion, desire... But ya know I've never been the laying on the ground type until I looked down felt the grass, looked up and saw you.