Disclaimers: this is original work, though it may sound like it's in the same tone as the last Evangelion movie, since I wrote this the day after watching it. I did not write this to be in any particular POV, though I like to think of it has Heero or Duo, your pick. And yes, this is what I really think.


Poem I

I don't know what the truth is
I think I do, but truth is subjective.
One can never tell if what you feel is fact.
Though sometimes...
Sometimes you just know...
Even though it is a feeling,
And you never know if feeling is fact.
The truth is within me.
And I love you.
But if the truth I find within is love,
Is that not a feeling?

My love is real,
That I am sure of...
Though truth as well as reality can be changed from time to time...
Sometimes...
And what of your love?
Is that also a subjective truth?
A temporary solution to fill the great void within everyone:
A feeling that may or may not be fact?
And your love,
If it is real, will it change?
Only you hold the key,
Yet it is possible that you are in denial
Denial of the truth...

Are you happy?
Or are you telling yourself you are?
I've been telling myself that I am happy my whole life.
And then there was you.

You:
The beautiful angel, though human as well.

You:
The dream, the ghost...
The pure and noble soul...

You:
Warmth, love:
Everything I feared.

My whole life I thought I'd be alone.
Now, I will never be alone,
And yet I prayed for you to leave.
But that beauty...

It compelled me to let go of my false soul
And become my true self.
Even if I can only be myself when with you.

The dream...
The never ending dream.
Both real and not, for there are many realities.
In waking hours you are a living dream,
Tangible, mindful, seen by others...
And at night, you are the haunting dream.
The spirit who never lets me sleep without creeping into my mind
And becoming real once more.

To dream...
To dream such a sweet dream is unbearable.
How?
Hoe can you exist if you are directly from my dreams?
How?
How did I end up loving a dream?