Alone in this

I just wish that I could talk to you. Especially during this time when I am flailing… grasping for thoughts that drift away too quickly. Your energy is my gravity so maybe if you were near, you’d ground these thoughts so that I could conclude… focus… ascertain this idea… so I look a little less crazy… a little less basic. Because there’s something there… I just know it! Except… you’re not here… so it all flutters away.

Just a little something I was thinking… silly.

Beautiful soul appeasing me

Tell of your secrets so that I may see

What makes you tick? With whose heart do you click? Is seduction, or laughter, or apathy the trick?

Shattered heart confusing thee

Tell of distortions so that I can set you free

What makes you run? With whose mind are you spun? Is the torment you give some sort of fun?

Complex mind intriguing this devotee

Tell of your loops in the mental Grand Prix

What strangles your thoughts like a vine? With whose soul do you entwine? Is that connection divine?

Separation, distance, a disappearing love, moving forward, seeking guidance from above. I don’t want to go, I miss you more than you can know, I want you near always. I don’t want you as my “bro,” I want to be in your flow, I want to know you in all ways.