I Miss You

I dream in between the cracks of reality and illusion, 
riding the wave of intuition in search of something to fill the void.
I follow the voice inside my mind but sometimes my heart screams louder, 
and after the screaming has calmed, thoughts of you consume me.
I question, what does it mean? To this, I may never know.
But when you look into my eyes the void no longer exists.
I'm convinced the feeling I'm experiencing is whole?
It's foreign and unfamiliar, yet comforting and almost feels real.
So real that my intuition gets scared and runs away from you.
I don't want to kill this illusion, I don't want to know reality.
If I ever woke up from this dream I fear my heart would be devastated. 
But still, when you're not there, I miss you.