Maybe the fact that this place is so familiar, it gives me nostalgia.
The consciousness that you were once present in this place hurts; it brings me an ache in my chest — like a hole ******* through me — a piece that's been missing.
Because here, it just reminds me of you.
I am looking for a sign of your touch between these spaces. Tracing every edges. Through the hard wood, the dim lit wall lights, through the white sheets of the soft bed.
I am longing for your scent that I haven't even grown to know.
I am looking for you even if it has been a long while since you've been here. Your scent's no longer lingering here...
It's been long gone, you're far from here now...
Why do I even go looking for something that I am not familiar with? Why am I even searching for something I cannot reach?
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC
Maybe the fact that this place is so familiar, it gives me nostalgia.
The consciousness that you were once present in this place hurts; it brings me an ache in my chest — like a hole ******* through me — a piece that's been missing.
Because here, it just reminds me of you.
I am looking for a sign of your touch between these spaces. Tracing every edges. Through the hard wood, the dim lit wall lights, through the white sheets of the soft bed.
I am longing for your scent that I haven't even grown to know.
I am looking for you even if it has been a long while since you've been here. Your scent's no longer lingering here...
It's been long gone, you're far from here now...
Why do I even go looking for something that I am not familiar with? Why am I even searching for something I cannot reach?
