One day they will be convinced that you do not exist. One day they will know for sure that you cannot be.
And hence they will think that I am mad, Pam, crazy as a bat to know for sure that you are and that you will be.
They will drug me, and electrocute me.
They will penetrate syringes within me.
As if it is no crime Pam. As if it is no crime to separate Romeo from Juliet and lover from loved and friend from friend and dreamer from dream.
It is a crime. They must know. It always has been.
They will be certain that the cage of your persona keeps me from being free.
But that cannot be. For isn’t a dream the part of a dreamer as much as you are a part of me? You are indeed.
But how will they free me from the drug within my mind, you?
How will they detach me from the worm that curls within each cell?
How will they erase your memories, Pam, when they live in me and flow in my blood?
One day I will think I am delirious. For believing in your existence. I will know one day that you are no realer than the air. You are yet aren’t there.
But my love for you wouldn’t change Pam. I will know in a subconscious corner of my heart that I had a friend who loved me, who held my hand when the night skies were pink, and the ground was hazy, and lived with me through locked doors of asylum. I will know Pam, I will know.
I may not remember but I will know.
Do not leave me then Pam, do not go.
Stay where you are, within my mind, inside my body and in my soul, and we will survive the drugs and toil through, but stay put Pam, do not go.
Stay in my brain, even if that truly is where you always have been, and like a secret I will keep you there.
I promise, no one will know, no one will know.