You're back.
I thought.
You're here.
I thought.
That presence is haunting me.
I thought.
The presence is clinging to me.
I thought.
But it didn't.
It never did.
Like a leaf dancing with the wind
I am dancing with it.
Some times we have a tango.
Some times we have a waltz.
And some times..
We lay next to each other.
Looking into the stars above us while underneath is a pile of blood.
We hate us.
I thought.
We love us.
I thought.
We need us.
I hope.
