Dear stranger
It's been another week.
Another week of not seeing you again and I'm losing my mind.
I feel so obsessed with you, even when I've not even known you but yet I do.
I'm staying at my friend's tonight and we are drowning ourselves in the misery of alcohol.
She says that it is the only solution, the only way I can get you off my mind but I swear that even when the whole sky is blurring in this starry nights and my body is shaking from euphoria, I still see you in the back of my mind fresh and clear.
I see you, oh I see you but only in my mind.
I wish, oh you know not how much I wish to have you standing next to me.
My dear dear stranger, I've lost my senses, my mind, the feeling of my body and every single thought but why oh why do I still have you locked in the front of my mind.
I walked out on the roof, oh how I wished you were here holding my hand but you stand alone, looking into somewhere but nowhere.
I write to you while I'm drunk on my thoughts.
Literally.
And yet, I know what to say to you.
What to say to you when you'll ask me why I look at you.
What to say to you when you'll hold my hand.
And what to say to you when you'll look me in my eyes, for I would be standing still, speechless, like a rag doll.
I wonder when I'll break free from your spell. Even the alcohol in my system couldn't do me any well.
