My sweet prince
You are the one

...yeah. That kind of a night. I know. And right now in your dreams you're tossing, fitful, unable to truly sleep and unable to truly wake, vision blurred, insanity and the darkness that lurks behind your eyes overlaid onto the world, nothing to tell you that it's all just imagination and so for now... for this night... it feels too real to bear. Fretful and hurt, words spoken days, weeks, months... years... ago coming back to bite at your dreamstruck mind, and no matter how often you tell yourself it's ok you never quite believe it.

So before I end my day
Remember...

My sweet prince
You are the one

Maybe you'll believe it from me. Maybe, just for a moment, when you see this you'll hear the click and rattle of my fingers hitting key after key, the faint lull of music and car traffic in the background, the occasional huff of breath. Maybe you'll see me, clearer than reality should allow, perched in a swiveling desk chair, hands moving swiftly, eyes locked on the screen, concentrating, my lower lip caught in my teeth, a pair of headphones covering my ears. I can hope.

Never thought I'd get any higher
Never thought you'd fuck with my brain
Never thought all this could expire
Never thought you'd go break the chain
Me and you baby
Used to flush all the pain away
So before I end my day
Remember...

I can do more than hope. I can place these words here, even as I wander through your thoughts, your cluttered, tired head. I can trail the tips of my claws over synapses, dance lightly behind shuttered eyes, taste the flavor of your dreams and trace your visions' pathways. You never quite believe, when you think of it in the light of day... but when you dream, you can feel me. You know when I've walked your way.

And tonight? Tonight, I am walking again.