The First Entry...

Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.

W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965), The Moon and Sixpence

I live with the memory of you. Now, I only have the chance to dream.
And, I take all my chances to do so. I feel so trapped when I'm awake, you see.
So, strangled in my own realities. Although, when it comes to you, I have no fear.
Yet, why do I still feel this way? Afraid of someone else's words being more;
powerful, than my own. Time, is drifting past me too quickly for my liking.
The drama of yet another minute coming and going again. Wouldn't it be nice if we
could just shove those things out of the way. Those things that try so hard to get into our heads.
I know, this one thing for sure: You are still on my mind! No one will ever take your place. Although, I've tried and tried to find something new for so long. My thoughts, always bring me back to you. Do you feel the same way too? Please, tell me that you do. I keep drifting through
each day with these endless thoughts of tomorrow. What will it bring?
And, if I really acted like myself around you. Would you like the real me? Or, would you prefer the mask that I wear. I'd rather be myself, if that's ok with you.