I’m so very tired of imagining all of these false scenarios.
They’re all in my head and of course all about you
I just want to hold you
touch you
feel you
Kind of like that blink song but I don’t actually want to ever blink because every time I close my eyes I see your face.
I don’t even know who you are.
You’re just a passing face.
You’re just a figment, a pigment, a wigment of my shattering mind.
There’s nothing I can do besides pretend my sanity.