the I’s mind constantly consciously strives to persuade herself that she doesn’t like the You – that the You doesn’t never not pervade her consciousness almost to its entirety. but she tends to twist truths, she has realized one slumber, when she’s awake. she is most (or rather only) honest in her sleep – when she closes her eyes and drifts into serene reposing – the only time she doesn’t deny anything: the You is the monster that he is – hopelessly heartless, mindless of her; in her dreams, she understands how severely distant the You really is [undedication to never not love again]; and she confronts the willingness to acknowledge that she’s the unfortunate woman who has no power to acquire the cure for the You’s sorrowfully burrowed soul (but whose heart can? pray tell). so she decides that the sole way to get away from Evil is to diminish her affection for the You, even if she must enter(tain) false indifference. but it’s quite impossible [and her Subconscious knows!] for once she opens her eyes and sees his smile, too much hope would flood in – turning herself unawaring instead of unwary – and she every moment would wish the You will (have already) change(d). jashael.wordpress/2013/09/03/honesty-of-subconsciousness/
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