[ CW ] [ WP ] Write a love story from the point of view of one of the people involved , in the stream of consciousness style .

There is something else here and it is with me and it is not close, but it is within me also. Spinning, spinning, sideways from the sheets. Blood in between and shaking hard. Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh. I fell out of the painting, I fell into the painting and from the painting then I will only fall more. These aren ’ t he waves I ’ ve known before. Are they waves? Shaken again. They pause in between shakes. I am child. Child again. Who am I again? I remember, but it ’ s fuzzy. Fuzzy. I love you. I love you. I love you. There was nothing more than this, I love you. It isn ’ t hard to find that this is everything I love you. I am you and you ’ re me. We ’ re within each existence of each other. I don ’ t need to wake. You ’ re my everything. I write you from far away, but I know I ’ ll never forget you. Tell me, is it that you love me too? I ’ m glad. From this little place, this quiet little place, I ’ ll always remember you. There ’ s no way you could every make me forget. It ’ s because I love you. Take me again. If anything, let me feel you again. It ’ s only innocent to love and yet, it fills you with every aspect. Flowing and flowing, you are like hair through my soul. Walking again. To leave. 
 It rains. The rain is white. Dark, isn ’ t it? I remember darkness like this, but dampness from the rain is new. I ’ m drenched, aren ’ t I? What did that mean? I was… Where was I going? I can see it slowly approaching. Approach me. Make me feel. I am not here to not feel. It is my only ability and I ’ m everything with it. Why are you not coming? You are lying. YOU ARE LYING. Yes I am not going to hurt anything, but you, of course, hurt everything. Bitten and it bleeds. It bleeds like no other blood has been bled. Carefully stitch, if you will, everything. I ’ m not broken, still bandage me up, doctor. I ’ ve just remembered, that… You are also a spec. We are not a spec, but you are and I am and we all are, but I ’ ve resisted and it isn ’ t too late to stop. It is already past the mark. 
 
 Rock me to sleep then, if you will. I will… I will…
