Dreams.
Painful occasionally, they are woven deep within time and space, Dreams make everything easier. Contrary to common belief, Your dreams are not unique to you. There are many of us, who willingly give up, and away our identities to become your friends. Changing with your mood and age, we are the same ones each time, shifting our face and voice to amuse you. Actually, we make up a small part of you. Representing pieces of you, your past, and your future. Sometimes, we may hurt you. We are sorry to see you upset, but we must.
Personality adjusts; she always loved you.
Incidents add as you grow older, multiplying in severity and complexity.
Love grows stronger, united with Desire, they mingle, fluctuating and
But I stay the same.
I am Humanity.
I am you.
Each of us share something with you. Your hair. Your face. Your smile. Your laugh. Your body.
Your eyes.
I own your eyes; yet you do not notice this. Our eyes only differ slightly.
Mine are deeper, deeper because these eyes have lived your entire life. They hold your future and past, much too much for you to process in your fragile age. My love for you is selfish, this much is true, as is all of our love. You shall never be refused by us. We will give to you, everything, and nothing. We give to you, our faces and our honest lives, our humanity. The slightest of it you see, because if all the world ceased to dream, so would we.
So as in turn, we need you as much as you need us.
And I need you now more than ever.
Help.
The man awoke, brushing his thick hair from his eyes. He gasped, seemingly excited.. it faded, as if he had expected something more. Or possibly, something less. Either way, what he wanted, was not there.