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“

The clock strikes another hour,

Another hour, 1,000,000,000,000 more thoughts of you flying by,

Catch one; just you try,

I bet you’d just burn a hole in yourself or die from the high.”

 

 

 

 

I am wondering what you are doing right now,

Please tell me,

Because I am already so curious about everything else,

As I sit here, on my bed, sometimes lying down,

I close my eyes and feel the emptiness,

The music starts to play,

Coming out from inside my brain,

I can hear you playing the piano,

Again and again, on a loop,

Please hold me, encase me inside your imaginary build,

The imaginary one inside of my mind,

And I know I ask of you such impossibilities,

But all I ask from you is your love,

This seems to be never enough,

Please, and I know my politeness is overrated,

But can you find it in your heart to forgive me,

Don’t get confused,

Your loving is quite heavier now than it was before,

As have mine turned to as well,

Since now the time is nearing for something to happen,

Something, then, must be done about the disturbance,

A minor flaw in the continuous stream of thought,

Distance,

Distance,

Distance,

Distance,

Distance,

Distance,

Distance,

Distance,

Distance,

Distance,

Distance,

We’ll get through it,

We will.