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I try to remember your face. For some reason it seems faded now, abstract, the lines sketchy and the details blurred. I look at a photograph of you, my favourite, and it all comes flooding back to me. My body and soul are crying out for you. I wonder, if you ever think of me this way. Just imagine what you are thinking, what you look like at this moment. Are you happy, sad, are you thinking about me too.
Sometimes it feels as though all the poetry and splendour from life has been removed with your absense. And yet right now, there's something about that I need. I'm addicted to you. And addiction that perhaps, I would be better to forget for the time being. An addiction I would do well to break. The whole world wants me to be that man. Should I just submit? Is the easy way the happiest way after all? Why does happiness scare me so much. Why do I shy away from it. Do I want to be happy? That's the normal thing, right? I must be normal. Everyone keeps reminding me so.
I think about you once more and think that I love you with all my heart. But you are beautiful, too beautiful for me. My love can't match your beauty. I feel homesick, though I am at home. I feel alone, though I am surrounded, and I feel as though every day, every single day is just taking me further and further away from you. Even if it brings me closer to the time where I will see you again, it brings me further away from my memories.
Sleep, I should be asleep. I don't want to sleep, it's a waste of time, think of all the things we could achieve, the life we could lead if we didn't need to sleep. And yet I'm tired. I shall sleep now.
Sometimes it feels as though all the poetry and splendour from life has been removed with your absense. And yet right now, there's something about that I need. I'm addicted to you. And addiction that perhaps, I would be better to forget for the time being. An addiction I would do well to break. The whole world wants me to be that man. Should I just submit? Is the easy way the happiest way after all? Why does happiness scare me so much. Why do I shy away from it. Do I want to be happy? That's the normal thing, right? I must be normal. Everyone keeps reminding me so.
I think about you once more and think that I love you with all my heart. But you are beautiful, too beautiful for me. My love can't match your beauty. I feel homesick, though I am at home. I feel alone, though I am surrounded, and I feel as though every day, every single day is just taking me further and further away from you. Even if it brings me closer to the time where I will see you again, it brings me further away from my memories.
Sleep, I should be asleep. I don't want to sleep, it's a waste of time, think of all the things we could achieve, the life we could lead if we didn't need to sleep. And yet I'm tired. I shall sleep now.