There I was, laying in my bed staring at yet another picture of you, it was much past the 'to tired too sleep' phase.
Again, it was just me and my ceiling, but within the fake plastic stars on my roof I could make out a consolation of your eyes... This galaxy of loneliness... I could still make you out in the stars.
I'm tired of laying within my room alone just to see you when I close my eyes. When I blink It's like you are right in front of me for a split second... Within that split second I smile within. I feel so happy again. Just to open my eyes and not have you again.
I then wake up from my trance still looking at your name etched into the tombstone... The roses I had for you wiling in my hand... I've been here too long without you. I try to move but I'm stuck, the ground holding me close... My eyes... They close once more and this time when they open, all I saw was you. I was finally with you; I was finally myself... with you.
