What is life
Its funny to realize how close you can flirt with death until she actually wants you.
It feels almost like a leech is on the back of my head pulling all the motivation out of me and leaving me stranded without a damn piece of mind to help restructure myself what the shit is up with that.
That dream was so messed up and conviluted I still cannot find a reason behind its occurence. Maybe its because you were in it. You told me you missed the feeling of my presence. Before getting out of whack Alex, lets remember this was just a dream. None of it was real, its the same as those nights when you wake up drenched in sweat only to find that the monster in your dream thats chasing you is yourself and that when you escape that mental limbo you’re only left with yourself, your thoughts, and your only reality which sits in front of you dying only as fast as you are. I’d do anything just to feel the texture of your lips pressed against mine. To feel the palm of my hand rest under your chin and run it up your cheek so I can hold you closer to myself and feel the warm glow of life that runs through your veins so I can convince myself I’m not alone for the time being. But how do I come to tell you this now? Easy I probably never will.