as I sneezed, quickly a hand holding a tissue wiped my nose. Shortly after, a kiss striked to my cheeks, 'don't get sick'. Oh! honey love, where are you now that I'm yearning for you.

Nights like this I just want to be in your embrace, our skin colliding with each other, the smooth friction between our hands and with you as my lullaby. Nights like this I just want to go out with an aimless destination with you. Driving through the dark alleys, with our favourite song on repeat. With you and only you. Nights like this I just want to hear you ranting about life and you endlessly flirting with me. Nights like this I just want you.
Nights like this I just want you to hurt me. Fighting over things simple. Nights like this I just wanna cry over you and mourn over the ‘old’ you. Nights like this I just want to miss you and hate you over and over again. Nights like this I just want to write about you and with all the memories with you, I just want to hold them tight. Nights like this, I just want to find you.
Nights like this I just want to hang out with my friends, talking about everyone and everything. Laughing about every joke that would pop up among us. Nights like this I just want to enjoy my youth with my friends. Barefoot adventures and late night karaoke. Nights like I just want to find my friends.
Nights like this I just want to reminisce about me. Reminisce about all the things I’ve. Those that I regret and those that I’d do over and over again. Nights like this, this feeling, this bloom in my heart. I don’t want it to end.

“Follow your dreams!” Said the sage
“But what if you wake and they’re gone?”
“Well maybe you’ll soon come of age?”
“Or maybe I simply have none!”

The years soon past and enlightenment never came
Maybe the wise man was wrong
To rise every morning always the same
No direction for moving along

“Reach for the stars!” said the sage
“But what if I can’t see the sky?”
“Maybe it’s only a stage?”
“Maybe I can, if I try!?”

Well time ticked by but the stars never shone
Maybe the wise man was wrong
Had those pin ****** to heaven faded and gone
Or just never there all along

“What should I do?” said the youth
“Follow your dreams!” I replied
“But for you it was never the truth!”
“Well maybe the old sage had lied?”