there's a dream that i cannot seem to reach a certain disconnect between the imagery and the strong emotion left behind; i cannot pinpoint yearning for its feeling, a sentiment hiding in the dark cold as ice, a small wicked flame resting on its center there's a dire need for the flame that refuses to fade my hand reaches for the tangible, it dusts away to the abstract grasping and holding the darkness of the minute, blind and directionless, pursuing for that fighting spirit that i cannot see is the flame still burning? is the absence of the wicked flame that speaks to the cold? i cannot answer what i want to search i cannot reach but i shall find it i do not know what it entails, but i know what it feels to find a glimpse that completes your soul but is yet to be answered by your heart alone.