Monday, February 9, 2015 @ 11:58 PM
Missing Nothing
As I read more about expenses and assets, and how those relates, a scent brought me to you.
As I turn more page, I get deeper in something I never know existed. Until the very minute I sit there, I just know that I could feel something like this.
I miss how I used to crawl inside my blanket and watch a never ending marathon of dramatic movies with a hot chocolate to sip.
And how I would sleep when it's raining with my headphones and the music to its comfortable volume whilst I shut the world down.
Or the way I lay on my bed with my hand sprawled open in a comfortable way and I would forget the cruel world I've been living for 17 years.
And I can't be more thankful than a hot chocolate on a rainy day.
I want my nothing back. I'm missing him.
As I turn more page, I get deeper in something I never know existed. Until the very minute I sit there, I just know that I could feel something like this.
I miss how I used to crawl inside my blanket and watch a never ending marathon of dramatic movies with a hot chocolate to sip.
And how I would sleep when it's raining with my headphones and the music to its comfortable volume whilst I shut the world down.
Or the way I lay on my bed with my hand sprawled open in a comfortable way and I would forget the cruel world I've been living for 17 years.
And I can't be more thankful than a hot chocolate on a rainy day.
I want my nothing back. I'm missing him.
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