[ WP ] You are a schizophrenic maddeningly in love with the man/woman of your dreams . But you 're becoming increasingly unsure if she 's real , or just another hallucination .

Ticking ticking ticking ticking tick. Ticking ticking ticking ticking tick. 
 
 Each moment echoes past the ears. The sound of my wristwatch spills through the fingers. The vision from my eyes is streaked as though I moved at light speed. I could n't stop it so what was the point. We knew the futility of it then like we know it now. 
 
 It is n't a bad thing, she's on her way. Or is she here already, waiting for her cue? I ca n't tell and it does n't make too much difference. People fight to stay asleep so they can carry on their dreams, something sweeter perhaps, than what awaits. I did n't see the difference. 
 
 It is n't a matter of urgency to separate the objective from the subjective, I feel drowned in milk and honey. I feel like my eyes roll back and a needle hangs from my arm. She's nearby, if she's already here then she will be forever. 
 
 If she does n't come I'll know for sure. If she does n't come, I'm better and worse all at once. If she does come then I would n't care either way. The scent of her is enough, I can smell it if I concentrate now. My eyes roll back into my head even though I stare straight at the door. People coming in and out for coffee are drops of rain. I stir my drink and it does little to change my focus. 
 
 The door opens and she walks straight to my table without ordering. I'm a collection of nerves firing at random, paralysed. I do n't have to open my mouth to speak, she hears. What can be more perfect than the destruction of language and perfection of understanding. 
 
 
 

