Journal: Longing... -------------------------------------------Mood: Sigh... Don’t remember washing my face this morning
Don’t remember I slept, or woke up
My hours are a mess of anticipating
Carousel of longing
Stared last night at the windows
Of my ex lovers apartment
Light poured through
But it is somebody else…he is not there I know
I don’t need him to be…it’s just a memory of a moment
So perfect in it’s irrationality
I have a new one…
I watch his face in neon blue
Cry and weep over words on a screen
Long for that spot of imperfection on his picture
‘cause that makes him real
Seamless mess of days……
And I need to break through
A sleeping pill helps less than a candy bar
Nothing can overcame this need
To experience the unknown
To disappear in his craving………
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