I see you in the most random corners. You pop-up in my mind in the most random times.
Sometimes, I whisper your name like you're my salvation.
I still feel that you can make everything alright.
In random lines, in random colors, in random thoughts— you appear. You are my art's secret meaning, you are the message the universe sent to me.
You are my inspiration, my muse, the very reason my passion exists.You are still my every thing even if you're not here beside me.
Is it wrong to still want you after all these years?
