Monday 21 January 2008

Notebook 001

I surround myself with things I imagine to be you. Sleeping all day just to get away. Get away from the fact that I'm not with you. Get away from the regret. Get away from it all. Seeing how beautiful you are, when I did so well to forget, is like falling in love with you again. And again. And Again.

These things around me. So false and so real. I wonder how your skin would feel against mine. I wonder how we'd sleep tonight. I wonder, all night, about a life with you. Just to get away. Get away from the fact that I'm not with you. Get away from the regret. Get away from it all.

Then I awake and see the cold beauty of reality.

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