I reach for your presence,
but only grasp the nightmares held at bay,
while my dreams drift away.
Why do I crave your essence?
One day my questions will be answered—
but not today, not tomorrow,
maybe soon.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 6:09 PM UTC
I reach for your presence,
but only grasp the nightmares held at bay,
while my dreams drift away.
Why do I crave your essence?
One day my questions will be answered—
but not today, not tomorrow,
maybe soon.
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