I spotted Him....

It's not a matter I don't like him.
Its' just a story of 'shit'.
And to feel it I dream it everyday.
And to make it real, I woke up.
Cos I'm afraid of the 'feel'.
I remember where it started.
I reminds why its stopped.
I recall where I spotted.
I redo where I were.
I restless when I found.
I reckon it lasts.