It's not a nightmare,
Nor could it be a dream,
There's something inside me,
Maybe..

The feeling is warm,
The feeling is soft,
It's always complete,
Or..Is it not?

Sometimes it's cold,
At times it's dark,
There's only one reason,
Me not letting it spark.

I cannot hide,
There's just something inside,
It pulls me to you,
Overcoming my soul.

It cannot explain,
Nor can I,
But..it will,
From time to time.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Sarapin, in the year 513 AF.