I sit for hours thinking alone, a sinking feeling I know so well, as thoughts parade through my mind like when was the last time I was not alone. These walls I have known, for so long, are so bland but it’s all I know. The outside world seems distant, fake, as it is only glimpsed by me from time to time. As night brings me closer to dreamland I find my mind vaguely aware of these hours slipping through like I’m going to do when I am finally with you.
Walking through my memory, many years, I find it is harder to differentiate between what is dream and what is not. So many things I recall late at night wishing I had moments again like those times back then.
So many memories.
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