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He is hidden from their view.
I understand him you know.
I just wish he knew it too.

The world around me was all lies and smiles.
And the people are bad.
All I really wanted was one or two words of truth,
And someone who understood.

But it was like the people around me
were just figments of my imagination.
None of them seemed to understand a word I said.
So I said none.

I think that's enough.

But at night,
After the dreams,
After the battles,
I lay awake and stare at my ceiling.

It's not enough then.

When I'm alone in the dark,
And somewhere across town,
He’s crying out in his sleep,
Unknowing,
Reliving memories he shouldn't have to have.

I should know,
I've seen them.
But at night...

I dream a little,
Give a little,
And want a little more than I have.

He has me entranced
And thinking things I've never thought before.
My thoughts are no longer straight logical lines.
They curve in every direction.
And always lead back to him.