lucifer74

We have good times, we have laughter, and we have fun.
But when the night ends, a tiring soul alone on the bed,
with its stories kept in and thoughts trapped.
Occupied with nothing but endless void that
you think it will disappear in the first light of a new day.

Maybe it doesn't work like that. The void gets stronger and
bigger til you have nothing left inside your head but
loneliness and desperation.
It devours you before you sleep.
It haunts you in your dreams.
It shatters your will during the day.
All you can think of is a companionship that is different
from a friendship because they truely are different...

Have I been thinking too much?
Have I been asking for too much?
Have I been losing my mind?
Have I, have I, have I been doing it wrong?

How sadly(or luckily?) that one could have different thoughts
some days after, or think of the same thing over and over.