background noise

you are a product of me
a dream landscape
filled with memories and make-believe
and when we speak our words buttress each other

folding, collapsing, rolling
the motion freezes our thoughts
our eyes meet and narrow
a feeling stands between us, bridging the gap

i stand and realize
all the mistakes i've made count for something
they brought me here
and i belong to you

why should i be afraid of fear?