It has returned, this unwelcomed consistent state I find myself in my dreams as I lay in the claud bed swollen with a recently demanding heart I'm in love when I sleep I'm in love in my sleep, so I wake up with these aching muscles, and I don't know why, maybe it's because I'm running in place throughout the night, but I drag these desires on the streets to the things I must complete throughout the day reduced to a ghostly state where I am neither present nor unconscious I knew regaining this warmth in my chest would bring me uncomfortable desperation, but at least I feel something. 

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