26 June 2012
I lie awake at night and wonder if you're thinking of me, as I am of you.
I still struggle with letting go, why did you have to speak your mind while flying high (and how hypocritical am I)?
I miss you as much as you miss me maybe, your poison and your gravy.
Distanced is all you're getting, I don't know if we're free, me and you, you and me.
I've found love, but it refuses to understand (how could it).
Be free old friend! Be free for me!
Trying To Force Telepathic Thoughts - And You'll Never Know! • Opuss № I