Where are you? What are you doing? Are you coping? What are we?
I could just sit here and bombard you with my questions. I miss you more than you could possibly imagine. I often wonder what you're doing. I bet you're working, or talking to someone. Or you could be numb and moping around without purpose. I'm on the sofa downstairs, the lights are dim and it smells like fluffy towels. I brought my candle with me cos it makes me feel warm and reminds me of you. This place is eerie at night, images of awkward unpleasant corpses constantly assault my mind when I come down here alone and in the dark. I don't know why, perhaps I'm becoming slightly psychotic.
There is much I wish to say, though words forsake me. My mind has ceased to harbour coherent thoughts. I feel lost without you.
I could just sit here and bombard you with my questions. I miss you more than you could possibly imagine. I often wonder what you're doing. I bet you're working, or talking to someone. Or you could be numb and moping around without purpose. I'm on the sofa downstairs, the lights are dim and it smells like fluffy towels. I brought my candle with me cos it makes me feel warm and reminds me of you. This place is eerie at night, images of awkward unpleasant corpses constantly assault my mind when I come down here alone and in the dark. I don't know why, perhaps I'm becoming slightly psychotic.
There is much I wish to say, though words forsake me. My mind has ceased to harbour coherent thoughts. I feel lost without you.
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