Staring at her.

I just felt like writing this.

Staring at her, I can’t help this silly smile

That sticks in my face, while my mind runs wild.

I try to reach for her. I swear, I do,

Only to find that the distance between us

It’s too deep.

 

I find myself talking to my ceiling.

I wish you could hear me.

And I imagine you there, by my side,

While I tell to the walls what’s on my mind.

You. Of course, I can’t think about anything else.

 

And then you show up. And you are actually there.

And you kiss me.

And you hug me.

And you tell me what I wanted to tell you.

 

Pain rushes in my veins, spreading to my body.

Because It’s just a dream, and I know it.

But I’m so emerged in it that I let myself go

And I drink every drop of my imagination.

 

I find myself being a lunatic. A crazy man.

Talking alone, imagining angels on my side.

And trying to reach them.

 

But one day, soon,

I will not be a crazy man anymore.

I will be with a real angel. And I’ll finally reach you.

 

Until then, I will have to keep imagining,

Because that’s what keeps me alive.

Author's Note

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