In the dead of the night you seem closer to me. The next day I wake up and know how unreal it is, feeling so tense like I’m caught in a corner you can’t speak but I can hear you calling ‘I come back for you’.
I’ve been dead to the world and I’ve chosen to be. Inside under pillows with marvels and wonders sedating my will to exist in the open. I don’t move but I keep on moving I’m only with you.