sometimes i dream about you. sometimes i miss you like a hole straight into infinity. more times, i watch old photographs, hold onto to uncried tears and unwritten lines. many times, i think, do you ask of me. do you think of me. am i a white ghost in your dark dreams.

life is painfully plain. a pause in the wait, for badly made decisions. without you, i am not. it's moving time. and i'll leave you behind.