So I woke up tired and spent that evening thinking all night.
Some sacrifices to be made to distance yourself from 'reality'.
Could I be two people? One with his presence; content.
And one without; inspired.
A day without you is not like a day without sunshine.
It's a wakeup call. Or is it I slip deeper into myself?
My imagination plays with my dreams plays with the world.
It's all a game, a ball being hit around. No one knows.
I want the feel without the hurt.
I want the love without the effort.
All those love is, love is, love is.
Love is what you make it.
Or what it's making you.
