messy dreams again. all these strangers and you. i let you drive at midnight to places i've never been. you kissed me, and i have no idea who you really are. you have no face. you have no voice. you don't really exist, and yet you do. you're the warmest person i (don't) know. i wish you'd stop invading my head-space. i don't want to sleep anymore because my dreams are suddenly better then life itself. i hate waking up.