They say that in your dreams you can be anything you want. You can travel to incredible places.

I can no longer even dream the world I want. My dreams now are too strange, inscrutable, and usually end with a group of people watching tv.

And in so many of them I see you across a room, near but too far.

A Spot On My Vision

A red star formed in your eyes and burned through mine, leaving a spot on my vision. Your hands were cold and my skin ached for them. The touch of your fingers sent a white-hot shiver through my body. It ended too quickly, leaving me to wish for that touch again.