I am starting to believe you do not exist,
The real is becoming like a dream,
And I cannot fathom what is to come next.

Past, present, future are all intertwined,
And all the sudden,
It is as if you were always there.

Distraction through music does not work,
Because somehow there is always a song,
That sparks some reality of you.

I wouldn't write as much as I do now,
Maybe it was better that way,
Because now my every thought is you.

I try and get some work done,
But then end up writing these words,
I don't want to forget or remember.


Complete and utter chaos in my head.