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Written by Nevuoliaa.

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Dreams are not dreams they're illusions that tug at your flesh until you rot alongside them. I cannot dream for any longer I see faces
And faces
I see him, or they? Or maybe not.

Dreams are ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ illusions

Where are you? I keep seeing you
I reached for the pen YOU in a desk that was not quite right, it bent and bent under the weight of your body like snow atop of the roads of my home town.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ You? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ You
YOU‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ your body under‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ your corpse?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ snow

I reached for him
His answer did not reach me
My skin quivered
As the landscape decayed before my view
But I couldn't help it. I reached for him in the cold

His
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ skin
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Decayed before my view
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ In the cold

Come back to me, ███████ please. Out of so many lonely cruel gods one has to heed my plea. Gavriel oh sweet soul has already succumbed to the cruel nature of this trap we all three fell into. She fell in love a love so violent not even her fervent mind could drag her out of such grotesque trap. ███████, wherever you are, please.

I still recall
Hanging out on scorching hot summer holidays
The water rippled atop sand that was promised to it as far as time could stretch
But in this realm
We learn the full tale
The sand wasn't always there
Nor was the water
They gradually tethered and changed as the world grew
And this hell of a place is exactly that; the world before it can shape itself into the sense of the word we are trapped between three changing planes balancing atop the veil of the universe

My last photograph of you.

We took this photo a long time ago
When being happy was all that mattered when I was with you and her
Your smile, you wearing your favourite summer set body clad in ?*¿?*¿ patterns against the stretched horizon of paradise
Grains of strands trapped between hairs and beads of sweat glistening in your skin
You were moving; dancing, running, because freedom was a guarantee
You were not
But now
Now
There's no ███████
Only
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Being with
your smile ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ wearing
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ your skin
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ moving‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ running

That is all that remains in this dream
I hope it's a dream
Because seeing someone, something wearing your face that isn't quite yours and isn't quite Gavriel’s and isn't quite mine and isn't quite their own
It is painful
To say the least
This letter, I hope it reaches you
Sometime, somehow.
Maybe the snow remembers like people do maybe it dreams and hopefully it dreams of a future where the both of us are together and never set apart ever again

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The snow remembers
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It dreams
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ a future‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ us
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ set apart‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ again

You will know my name when finding this later, B█████
I am

Waiting

for

You