“Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.”
I always miss you when your there. I always know that you’ll return, but in the moment, I’m lost, I’m completely lost. My mind wonders and without thinking, does damage. It pushes me to sleep, but I can’t. I can feel your energy when your here. You, the starry night, the one who inspires, the one who knows. I never know — never know what to think. What to do when your absence is so apparent in my mind, in my life, in my soul. It longs for your presence, and as time goes by, the longest days of the week, a little piece of me is gone – is missing. My mind, my body are always looking for that piece — I know when its away, and when its away, I break a little more.
Slowly, easily, I pull myself out of this. This melancholy, this pensive feeling of loss. I long for you. Your smell, your touch, your body next to mine.
Sometimes, I feel like an island, waiting in the sea.