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Tormented Dreams [No.2]

Tormented Dreams [No.2]

I can remember sitting across from you day to day, but your face isn't there anymore. I can see every strand of your hair and I can even see the scarlet colored sweater that you used to wear. I can hear your laugh, but there are no lips there to make the noise escape. What kind of silhouette are you? Why are you sitting across from me while there are missing assets that have yet to load? How am I still haunted by a memory of you and a faulty memory at that? If your face would load, then maybe you could be someone else and not the person that fits the rest of the silhouette. 

Is this image that haunts me trying to tell me that I have multiple problems across multiple women because the face won't load? The face is interchangeable with many women and the silhouette could be telling me the origination of my problem, but what problem is there? I don't recall abusing any girl; however, I have gotten into verbal arguments with some. Could this be the problem? The voice I hear doesn't sound recognizable. It seems that there are many voices saying the same thing but with a small reverb on each voice making it sound echoed. 

Sitting across from you now makes me wonder, what, if anything at all, do you think of when you look at me with the non-existent eyes? Do you replay in your head the day that we met as our feet blistered from walking up the trail, or do you think of sadness of when your sister died of cancer after only just becoming herself? Are you one of the voices that I can hear, or are you not here at all? 

Do you all watch me as I go on with my daily life? Like you had to intention to knock on my door but instead, you saw me through the window and stayed there looking at me? Watching me cook food while you stand outside in the void of emptiness. I wonder if you are looking into my garage when I leave my house. I wonder while you sit in your vehicle if I ever pop up in your head. I will forever wonder these things because I believe that I still mean something to you. Is this why you pop up and haunt me through a silhouette in mine? 

Instead of having a blank face silhouette of one person, why can't each individual voice create their own body so that the faces could come back? I cannot understand my wrong doing without knowing the person that I had affected.  If there were a face to this silhouette that sits in front of me, I would know exactly what I did wrong, but I don't know if I could ever bandage the cut that I inflicted on you because too much time has passed. You may not remember, or even care anymore, but I am still haunted by silhouettes of what you used to be because I regret cutting you deeply. 

Tormented Dreams [No. 3]

Tormented Dreams [No. 3]

Dairy Post #2

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