#7

Why won't you talk about whatever the hell you feel like you need to talk about?  Did you know that you drive me crazy?  I am an obsessive person.  And you say things all the time but never explain them which causes me to obsess over you.  Is this something that you do on purpose?  Does it feel good to know someone is thinking of you?  Cause if you say something nice I think about you for longer and with fonder memories.  


The Zone: I am still so curious and confused.  Before I fall asleep, as I am on the edge of consciousness, thoughts of the zone and what it is, what it means, and why you won't explain it to me jar me back to cruel reality.  When you listened to me go on and on about my disjointed, unclear memories of far of lands and my time there I was struck by how special you were.  When that memory passes behind my eyelids as I am balanced on the edge of consciousness it provides a gentle push.  


I land in a comfortable place.  There I can smile and run through sprinklers in a dress.  Won't you please, ______, come with me?  Leave reality and come with me.  ______, you can understand my joys and maybe have some of your own.  We can play musical chairs and when we lunge as the music stops neither of us will get rug burns... The chair will become a trampoline.  Jumping so high, together we can fly to the moon.  Why are you fingers so cold, ______?


It's okay if you don't want to come with me, ______.  You can stay in reality.  I promise that I will still visit you, ______, and bring you pistachios that I grew on the moon.


Good-night.