i can't help but be consumed by thoughts about you.
it eats me, and tears me away. and as i stand before you while all these thoughts escape, i deteriorate. and you see me.
regardless of the tears i shed, thoughts i speak&think, images i freely create, you see what you see and what you see, you accept it.
i can only help but be inspired by you, and push myself for you.
be consumed by these thoughts, and unexplainable feelings.

Dylan tells me what's going on isn't feelings at all, but only illusion.
if this is an illusion.
goddamn, you're the best illusionist i know of, because i never want to stop seeing or feeling this one.