These days, sleep feels like a dream. The reality of you keeps me awake.

I'm combatted by the ultimatum between the love of life and life filled with love. The more I live, I learn you can't have both or enough.
"I constantly have to share the world with you." You murmur through drunk lips, tears in your eyes, cheek bones begging for a smile, "I love you because of this and I'll lose you for it." It wasn't long before you let me go. Why did you let me go?

I hope one day someone like you will fight for me like I fight for the world. I hope one day someone like you will step aside while I chase the sun, and know that when the light turns black my instinct is to turn around and look back. I hope someday someone won't leave before all has begun to lack.

The future is empty as space. I believe this only because I don't know any different. We chase for what is unknown so we can fill it. That void. All the while forgetting the past is what kept us full, what made us whole.

Life is bottomless and I'm just trying to find somewhere to land.
My desire was the sky, my ego knows, and my comfort is your soft grounded hand I fell into to take its blows.

These days, sleep feels like a dream. The reality of this keeps me awake.