I thought maybe if I wrote to you you’d hear me
Or the universe would turn and you’d show up
I find it hard to sleep because I wanna hold you
Or have the feeling of being held by you
Maybe tonight you’ll kiss me while I lay asleep
I can’t fulfill my longing for you with pretenses
So i no longer close my eyes to feel your presents
I don’t sense that you visit in that way any more lack of presence
time and space is trying and so is the flesh

I’ve premeditated my sensual escape to that state in which you and I dwell now together outside of this existence to go there without you physically is a literally fuck I hate fucking

cuz after the energy exchange and the float to climax is snapped back by the harsh reality

I’ve already given of myself

I ask myself WTF did I just do and was it worth it

I find ways to justify my actions
I know for such a moment of bliss is more temporal than this inhabited dimension of experience which feels like an eternity

I guess I’m playing the waiting game and I question can one lose if love is the promised reward?

Forgive me for losing faith and playing hide and go seek with hope . Maybe I’m just to immature
Love is toying with my heart
I don’t know if I believe anymore
Love
re-convince me


You find short lived fantasies in No Man's Land. Build empires where you stand.