Dear stranger
I'm running out of my mind.
I wished I had your picture so at least I could've looked at your eyes.
I wished I knew your name, for I'd knew my addiction at least and I wished I knew how to say the words that keep colliding through my being.
I've been walking the streets late at night, hoping I'd catch you look one more time.
It feels like you're my elixir and I'm just another being, for it has been months that I last saw your skin.
I wonder if you still listen to that song, the one that has been by my side longer than you, the one that has been helping me sleep since these last three months.
Oh, how I know these months have passed, every single night, wishing I hath you in my arms.
I wonder when will we finally collide.
