This feeling I can't shake
pushes and pulls me to and fro.
I want to pursue this.
explore this.
discover - whatever this is.
This constant draw
to a force I have yet to encounter.
Sailing upon the auroras of slumber,
yet another dream comes to me.
Casting nets made of fresh spun silver
In attempts to catch a dying star.
Rekindle the light of life
Remind you how to breathe in a suffocating world.

I don't believe in this.
Psychic connections.
Transcendental euphorium.
Feelings.
For feelings are great deceptors.
Feelings often lie.
But instinct.
Nature.
Intuition.

Never does.