"Are You Happy, Now?"

"Hey," I called out, into the chasm between awake and asleep. "Give me Beauty."

"Hey," my echo snapped back, it's voice ripping into the small valley of dead, dry land I call my home. "Give me Beauty."

"Please," I said aloud, my trembling voice resonating into the blankness between hopes and failures. "Give me something to Dream."

"Please," my echo answered, its hollow voice tearing through the dead garden I spend all of my time in. "Give me something to Dream."

"Hey," I cried one evening, begging an answer from the fine line between anger and joy. "Give me something to Feel."

"Hey," my echo called back, the emptiness in its voice washing across my numb body. "Give me something to Feel."

"Hey!" I shrieked into the darkness, needing to be heard. "I've given up. Are you happy now?"

"Hey," my echo whispered, unconcerned. "Are you happy, now?"

~~~

(Pure madness?

Yup.)