feelings; I think it's these harsh and uncontrollable feelings that cause the pain, the dreams, the thoughts, and the tears
each tear that forms in my eye and falls silently towards the earth carries a memory
a memory that once brought comfort and happiness, but now only brings an empty sadness
a sadness that consumes my paper body in its tiny yet eminent flame
a flame similar to the one that lights the end of my cigarette as I inhale
as I inhale, waiting to dissipate with the smoke and become lighter than the dusks' cool air
the cool air who's fingertips gently caress my skin, sending shivers throughout my bones
my bones that ache almost as much as my ears do to hear your familiar voice, even just a whisper
a whisper that allows me to feel the faintness of your breath against the side of my neck
my neck, that instead, suddenly feels only my warm tears trickle down, breaking my trance
the trance that I eternally crave, that lets me escape my fading reality
my reality where I spend the nights alone with my loose and endless thoughts
thoughts that can only be temporarily suppressed by drinking and smoking, and anything that helps me forget
forget the hurt and the heartache, the fears and the worries, and the knowledge that you will never be able to love me back.