The Thought of Your Existence

In the dark atmosphere it was hard to see your eyes. Your sockets illuminating black as if your eyes had been removed, and all that was left was a hole leading to the inside of your skull where your thoughts were. Those thoughts of course sent out their own frequencies which happened to find mine, attracting me to you. I felt your presence in the pit of my unconscious soul even when I couldn't see you. I hoped you were looking at me through the hollow caverns below your forehead, whether it was your eyes or just your less obvious thoughts pointed in my direction. It had been more or less of a horribly satisfying desire to be in your thoughts. Unwanted cravings which lived inside my depths, feeding on the energy you emitted. The thought of your existence, as well as mine, in that never to be again lived moment left me feeling empty.

I would honestly have to admit that rarely had it been proven I took up any space in your winding memory.