A dialog with nobody

Thought you were writing,  Its not enough.  Ha ha.  No more.  For now we will sing pretty little love songs.  To much of a good thing can drive you angry.  Not that you knotes.  From one to all.  All is me.  God is.  Hello welcome to reality, may I take your order? This is a dream. Once I woke up and found that I was asleep.  Tape this for it will not happen again.  The, wind blows the, string sounds the, fire combusts the, field turns.  Happy sounds make sad smells.  From me to you with Gods love.  She can only be one.  Is it a loneliness that we make? To me? For what?