to the dreamer

Lately, I've been having dreams - some come while I'm asleep. Its the faceless people that haunt me.

I've been searching for affection. I know why but I run from it, still I yearn to feel the warmth of anothers touch. I want a hug but recieve handshakes.

I'm a walking contradiction and that's what's frustrating. Am I not a liar then? Lying to myself to try and protect me only to end up hurting... me.

Someone told me I'm not stupid we all make mistakes. I was taught not say dumb or doofus, so what am I?

I am a human. A being created to live then die, to say shit and shit, to sleep and wake. I make a full cycle every moment, every hour, every year. I feel

Emotions so deep I run, so shallow I trip, so mellow I break down. I must keep searching. I will find you someday. the person of my dreams, you are the root of my fears.