Oh, my dear. I think I am losing you.
I can't feel you anymore.
I can't talk to you.
I wish I could have that look that you have, when you talk to them.
When you look at them.
Your eyes shine again, your smile is real again.
But, my dear, I think I am losing you.
Just in time to run away, they come and take your hand.
They reach your thougts and make you escape, far far away.