Random.

You were a dream
I woke up in a cold sweat
Dazed from the terror
You were a faucet
I put everything in my power
underneath to cease fire
You were a children's book
filled with glossy white pages
and unwritten fairy tales
on every face

I was a computer
lost to all touch
and without
I wanted the world of the feeling
of fire
or gloss
or tales
but I had none to tell
mine were banished with
the newest wave of technology
ringing out the old machinery.




(Wrote that just now....not polished...don't know what it means. But here.)