2005-03-16 || 8:21 a.m.
In a void.
I had a dream about you last night.
We were alone.
Together.
We didn't have any eyes.
Only our touch.
And one voice that we shared.
But it was more like thought.
We could think something, and the other would just know.
And we laid together.
Floating.
In a void.
Thinking.
And touching.
Looking for a light.
And a voice.