My dearest darling,
Your unsettling dreams in my absence plagues me as well. I wish all your fears I could dispel. My greatest achievements mean nothing to me. I’m not out here chasing a dream. There is but one dream I have, and it is you. You’re in my mind constantly. In wake and slumber. Dreams without number. Winter and summer.
In the cold you’re my warmth. In the heat, a refreshing breeze. In my absence, I still feel your squeeze. The handprints left from our last embrace. The fingertips that gently traced the sorrowed look upon my face. Now I’ve found you’ve been replaced by the loneliness found in this place.
These awful thoughts found in your mind vacate me, evict me, prevent me from being with you in spirit. Your soul and thoughts are one and the same. Since I cannot be with you in body, I wish to be with you in soul. I wish I could replace these vexations with me. These creations and dreams of impatient relations, temptations, and beliefs.
I would give up reality just to be in your thoughts. What greater honor could I behold than to reside in your mind, all of the time? To be in your soul, a greater sublime. I’d ward off vexations and keep you as mine. Your dreamer divine. Where do I sign?
One day, I will find my way back to you. You’re my beacon of light in this beclouded place. A brumous waste and gruesome fate. One day, I will see your ray, like hope, and trek back to you.
Always and only yours,
Lost Cartographer
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