Your crying in a slightly darkend room, I cannot see your face. Tears are dripping, in this small room, this small place. Your sobbing, why? Is it my fault, I wonder as you continue to cry. I don't know who you are, but I'll meet you in time. Something keeps me going, I'm trying, this woman is who I've been told not to find. Instead she'll find me apparently, but its hard to erase this dream from my mind. I felt the need to tell you this, I don't know what the impact is. Now you know about this dream, the noises have for now, let me go it seems. If it comes back, and happens once again to me, you will know soon and quickly.
*You know who you are,and know this, it confuses me, makes me wonder why I saw you, why I was exposed to this?*
