Listen, when a woman speaks.
Pouring her feelings out to you.
Trying with affection to communicate to you.

Her day.
Her feelings.
Her needs and wants.

Just listen.

Pretend , not they aren't important.
Just to quiet her down.
Accept the facts she reaching out to you for opinions to offer her.

Yes, listen.
If you know the reasons why she's your woman?

Many things falls along the road when you not trying to understand her.

If I surround you
I will suffocate you
If I speak to you
I will deafen you
If I listen to you
I will silence you
If I fall for you
I will break you
If I breathe around you
I will **** you

I'm sorry.

For what?

Everything.

I don't understand.

I know.

Will you explain?

No.

Why not?

I can't.
I'm sorry.

The time period between being awake and being asleep
This mystical place that so little beings remember:

It's the place that I could live in for the rest of my life
For it is neither reality or a dream
A time that is neither dark nor light
Neither good or bad
The world of in between
Everything is neutral
It is the world of calmness
Nothing to worry
Nothing to be afraid of

It's the only place I can find solace
The place without sadness and loneliness
But also free of the nightmares
Undisturbed by the morbid images my mind creates
And untouched by the anxiety, loneliness, and pain of this cruel world
A place where no person can take me away from
A place where no creature can lay a claw on me
Gates between consciousness and unconsciousness
Guard this place of sanctuary

I would like to stay here,
This, I would want to make my home
But waking is too demanding
And sleeping is too necessary

I wish my home would be Hypnagogia
A place where you never sleep
You never wake
And you never dream

To quit writing would
be like going through a breakup
I could never recover from.