i leave this here for you to find, a tale of yearning. for i miss you more than i care to admit anywhere but in the recess of my soul. and so i sit, my mind clawing in search of sleep on another day deprived of the solace of somnolence, deprived of the comfort of you. while i crave contact, here in this restless state devoid of respite, such a fleeting touch would be more than i could bear.

and so i write this story for you to find, to feel my presence undeniably through my words. because just as the feigned melancholy and melodrama fade away as i drift into tranquility, my need for you remains...

frivved up by Ben at 5:57 PM