Dear stranger
I reckon that I write you letters too small.
It's not my fault, for I can't even seem to spell the thoughts.
They're all so full of you, you you and only you, no word or paper can handle it.
It's been another week, oh why put me in so much misery?
Why can't you make it easy for me?
I ask not much, just to hear your voice, but not only once, for I can't seem to stay away.
I wish to hear your voice every single day.
I wish to be able to wake up to it and sleep by it, I wish to be able to dream by it.
Oh, there's so much I've wished for and I'm wishing for more but all of what I'm wishing is you.
I wonder how lucky every single one of those people are, who get to breathe the same air around you and who get to see you everyday.
I wish we no longer had these boundaries, I wish I wasn't so full of insecurities, so I would've talked to you, for not being able to do so has been haunting me for months.
I wonder about all those places you've been to, where have you been the past 16 years of my life?
Were you happy there or were you missing someone terribly, like I am?
I hope there has been no other in your thoughts, I know it is not right what I pray, but I do hope so, oh I do.
I hope I have a space in your mind.
