Goodnight

You cannot force a dream and have it be true to heart.  Such attempts create poor substitutes that reek of stale fantasies that were created to be used with others.  Recycling of this manner is both foul and disturbing and drains my senses of both energy and inspiration.  I crave the real, the true, I want to know that thoughts of me steal their way into your mind and leave a path of unfulfilled desires and constant cravings that beg to be fed. I want the dreams you create to be mine and not just echoes from a past with another.  Spare me your manufactured tales and instead let the silence win out.  Perhaps the emptiness will tempt your appetite and reawaken fantasies that are genuine.