Talking to you feels empty. I feel like I’m talking to nobody.
Like your unopened letters at the door – they, like me become nothing – though, double something?
I take myself aside and tell myself to leave this place, I’m not experienced to fight in this war – the technology is beyond me…
This is true.
however, thoughts of you circle in my head – I’m not sure what they mean to me.
am I blind, can i not see what is happening?
Why do i still try, why do i want to care – where are you now?
will i finally stop thinking or caring or will i forget?
why have i not forgotten yet?
i sometimes realize that what this is – its a figment of my imagination. But how the thought inspires me!