7:06

There were days I'd wake up inspired
My mind a kettle brimming with ideas till I can no longer hold them in
Ironically those were the days I'd wake up missing her
Her as a name not an individual
Her as my heart, shipped continents away confined to a series of messages
Her as in you
You not physically but a space you inhabit within my mind
Telling me I'm yours till you no longer decide I'm mine
Mine as treasure, buried deep with the darkest pits of my fears