An Observer Lover

I’m staring at the blue ceiling againwhile my brain wanders in a daydreamwhen I supposed to close my eyes and restbut thoughts keep flooding into this messand thinking about you is what I do best I do not know why they keep showing upit isn’t like I purposely want to spiral into themlately, the longingContinue reading “An Observer Lover”

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