It aches me that,
I know that you exist.

I know that you exist without me.

I long for my presence to be addictive.
Treat me like your new favorite drug.

Do you have withdrawals
       when I'm not around.

I try to catch my thoughts at every chance I get, but they're fleeting often, and most times I'm not fast enough.

They fade into a blur of white noise only seconds later.

But now and then I manage to capture them, I hold them close, extract their meaning and refine it.

If I have no time, I will try to force them onto a note, that I can tape to the inside of my skull.

May we never falter.