i will never lie to myself

however it is

whatever i might be doing

whenever i closed my eyes to bed

however fun a day could be

however hard i tried to resist

still, images of you exist.

fucking hell.

i love this feeling,

feels like im not as cold blooded as before.

fucking hell.

i could pray for a glimpse of hope on my phone

one fine morning

or before i rest myself after tiring myself for missing you

fucking God,

answer it one fine day

just one fine fucking day.