It's all so unreal to me.
My feet feel like slippers.
My head pulses with overwhelming sense
and lack of it.
I just wanted you to be here.
And here I am looking at the skyline alone.
I brought everything I am with me.
The east looks so warm and ready,
The west never looked so longing and black.
There's no such thing as dark.
The light ruins it.
I laid down, just to watch it.
The clouds are a constant in these moments.
This moment, the moments I dream of all of you.
And everything I had done before.
I saw you sitting next to me.
Wondering what you would do if you actually were.
Would you be quiet and just look up and enjoy it?
Or would you say something?
Say something to make this seem real.
I swear I've done it all.
And all I wanted was to sit up here
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