Night 1
I can't hold his stares when he's looking into the camera, and I'm on the other side of the world looking back through a different screen.
Even when he's looking through a camera lens, it's like he's in front of me.
Out of all the millions watching him, he's looking at me.
Maybe I'm just crazy
But
That stare was meant for me to see
And no one else.
I love the way he makes me feel, and he can't feel it himself, and that's what I hate.
The missed signals, the disconnected phone cord hanging off the wall.
It's not like his stare is wild
Or crazed
Or deadly
It only lasts for a few seconds
Each time
But his passion
Is what keeps me alive
And away from the edge
Of the pit of my mind
The one I'm leading myself to
Every night
• Awake •
07.09.2017
