
My hands are bare and cold down to the phalanges
As I type this message to you and only you.
Take it as you will, for I cannot be there to help Interpret
The Words that appear In front of you right now.
It is hard to describe what I’ve been feeling Lately.
A strange Longing feeling that haunts me in A way;
I could be sitting in my room by my Lonesome
And find a Way to bring you right back into my brain.
It doesn’t make A lot of sense, Yes I know this for sure,
But it is Something I am not able to control.
I find myself stuck in the Lull of this state
With no other Option but to accept it as it is:
As something that won’t Vary, but stay consistently true
For as long as I’m living - I’m sure of it.
With Every waking moment, You’re there,
Drifting through, passing by, almost like you’re Observing me.
Simply and Unapologetically pristine
Until I am no more.
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