"Its everyone of us who holds power over the world we create."

It was your party. I don’t remember much… Was I cold? I don’t… I can’t remember.

I know you held me and it felt sinfully good. Did you say “Everything will work out.”? I think you did.

I’m scared now. Why were you in my dream? Why did you feel like my safety net? That wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t usually remember my dreams but this one I did remember… I remember being held by you, I remember the feeling; and then you were gone and I was in my room.

I don’t know what to do know. I don’t know what to think. I’m scared… (Crap, that’s when the “will you hold me [again]?” pops in my head…)

"And if I had the answers I'd have written them out
So I could tell you what to do and what this thing is about
But all I've ever learned comes second-hand
And I dare not preach what I don't understand"