Alright George Whitethunder, or Tsiron Cu Boukoleon or Keech, or whatever your names are, what are you doing in my head?? Why do you keep waking me up every night with a new face on and in a different part of history? Why are you chasing me around my dreams? I don't understand what you want!
You've got my attention...you've got my focus...you've got my sleep, why do you keep coming around every single night? Sometimes I think I feel you so close..almost as if your breathe was on my neck but I know how gone I'd have to be to even think that. Just because I know you - you don't have any idea...not a clue, or a hint or a vapor; do you? Can you feel it when I surround you with light? How could you know that I wish you life that is a constant loving embrace...that I feel your sighs and whispers..that I remember the same heart beating..that I'd rather never even feel the brush of your body next to mine passing one day in a crowd than to cause you one moment of fear or pain. How could I want for anything more than a smile to grace your face when there is no actual reason for it..only because your soul is content.

Ah Keechers, I miss ya so much...I sure do hope you're good.