I refuse to be half of one whole
For I am enough always
To stay silent surrounded by seas
And as Ellan my will shall remain
Constant, contained and content
For it turns out that I need you not
And that I want you even less.

If I isn't know myself I would think I was a self a holic.  One who is constantly obsessed with what's happening with the self.

That's it

That's all

That's all I have to say

If the dreamer is dreaming then where do their souls live?
Underneath the pocket of dust in your closet?
In your soft comfy bed of rest?
In the dreamers hands so you can play with the idea of reality?

If we are constantly dreaming
Then what experiences are we having?

The experience of having a better experience?  

Or is it....
Just a dream?

I saw you in the moonlight
That day you were smiling
Glooming thoughts floated around my arm
I returned to you
But it wasn't you
It was your shadow

Your shadow looks at mine and says
"If I could be anything, I would be candied cherries on top of your dreams"

I fell
I fell
I fell

In love

Not with you but with my shadow
I forgot what I looked like

I saw my own beauty hidden under my other arm

I placed my arms to the sky
Looked up and quietly kissed you goodbye.

The end.