it does not matter if it is mid-afternoon.

You are liable to hit, like tachyons going past through anything. Right now I am being bombarded by you and for respite, I can only close my eyes for a moment then remember to breath, deep. If i am not careful, I'll break again and it might take the better part of a day before I can think straight, think straight in the way that normal reality moves.

And in the meantime i am caged again, but I cannot see the bars nor do I care when most of the time I do not even notice, and i can only stay in this state of mind, that for lack of a word, I'l call happiness; but only as a matter of preference.

Reality does not work like the reality that i have in my mind. I can only hope it does. i dare not watch any movie at this time or read any book, or even read what I have written before because they will all eventually lead to you. Like gravity, relentless and .just there.

I miss you. I cannot say that enough, I cannot feel that enough; the same way how I feel about you is constant.

keeper of my heart, queen of my mind.

and all the cliches come true, they come true and I turn to liquid as I hear them repeat themselves over and over again.