Elucidating Questions

Dear old friend,

Someone who I know that seems to know me, but we don’t.

Did you ever hear his voice where it didn’t belong?

Or did you find pieces to make up parts of the songs?

I asked him and he said no,

I wouldn’t ask him in real life,

In dreams we are friends.

In daylight we aren’t.

Meeting and parting over and over.

True kindness, or the strength of love,

Don’t forget about me as he cries.

Yes, I know.

I want to though, is the strength not forgetting? Is it the holding on to the line?

Show a smile even if the pain and sadness overflows.

Even when the lungs burn and breathing is hard,

Is it awful to say I felt better because I knew when I woke that we felt the same pain?

Dear not a friend, but I wish we could be,

I’m sorry I felt it. I was wrong.

That being able to feel the same pain should make me feel better. Or that I would use it to feel comrades that don’t exist.

I already learned my lesson once.

I wish I wasn’t the one meant to walk alone, but it would seem they have spoken.

There were at least twelve.

It was a joke.

No more of the fucking book.