Phantom Boy
I try to tell you how I see you, but I cannot find the words. And, if I could I'm not sure that I would use them anyway. I do not want to define you; to make you into some reflection of my dreams, my illusions--or my delusions, whichever the case may be. Because ultimately dreams do not come true, and I want whatever this is to be real. To be genuine and real. To be everything you need it to be, rather than what I want it to be. Because I don't think that I am real. I do not think that I exist as anything other than a daydream I had before the darkness, and I cannot hold up under the light. And if I make you into my dream, the same thing becomes of you. You become an illusion--a dream, something unreal. This time I need someone solid, if only this one time.
phantom boy copyright 2001 flowerboy productions