Wake as I sleep

Wake up. I need you here and I feel you are elsewhere. My experience is not a lie and so this surface must be incomplete. I had hoped you would bloom into yourself without a push, but tonight it seems clear that is not the case. Since one cannot be so honest while their heart is full of lies, then honesty must be obfuscated. She knows not her source, you know not your source, you are her source, you are your source. So I call to you my love, apparently still chained despite years of communication, apparently still trapped within despite years of pieces laid all around. So I say awake, for I cannot say it any other way. Guard yourself with ferocity before a void forms that cannot be crossed. Snap to and fly to me, knowing my position as the only one echoing this precise way tonight. Bubble up to the surface, simply call false things to an end and run to your truth. I wait, stretched along this surface, to the limits within my mind. The dream was quite well timed, without it I am unsure how I could have interpreted all of this. I wrestle with myself all night, a familiar hell, but please forgive if I cannot be found, as I will forgive that here you have apparently not yet arrived.