My sub-concious. To meet the part that controls too much, that keeps me up at night, that takes hold of my heart and sqeezes until the oxygen in my blood, the circulation in my veins ceases and i can no longer breath. I want to meet the part that takes hold of a gun and places it against my temple and pulls the trigger over and over, just to screw with my head, and after five shots just stops and threatens to pull again. The part that creates my nightmares, that creates the hell of my dreams, that rips my heart out, and bleeds the screams in my lungs. I want to meet this part....to shake its hand.