there's so much more
i'm sitting in my room half awake on the floor because thats how close i was in the blue room, and i'm looking up at the ceiling fan pretending its yours, hoping you'll walk in with a cup of coffee and plans for the morning, or maybe even just a piece of toast. I went through the folder i made for music and took all the paper out that reminds me of you, and i put it in the book we stayed up till 4 am making. as i lie on the floor i see the paper you placed under my door, telling me good morning, and it only reminds me that theres so much more.
i miss you.
i miss you.