Untitled VI

Thinking of you as I drift slowly to sleep, wondering if the recurring nightmares will return to me. I hate thinking like this, thinking of that last kiss, wondering what we're going to miss. But there's nothing to be done the past is just that. Listening to the song stuck in my head, forgetting where I am in the drop of a hat. It's inspiring-the pain, It makes me feel sane, but at the same time I feel so ashamed. I guess that's the difference between people who are and aren't crazy. The realization of it all is pretty amazing. But what is real or fake? Who's to decide? There's always a wall we try so hard to hide behind. Someone always see through it, no matter how big or how small. That's when we let our guard down to 2 instead of 10 feet tall...