Title: "Clouds Between Us"

It's been a while since we talked, and honestly, the days feel heavier without you. There are moments when I laugh out loud at something stupid and instinctively look around, expecting you to be there , but you're not. And then that laughter fades into silence, and I'm just... floating.

I don't know how to explain it to anyone else. People ask me what's wrong, and I just shrug. I say I'm fine. But inside, I miss you like hell. Everything reminds me of you - the songs we used to blast, the dumb inside jokes, the way we could talk for hours without ever getting bored.

Lately, when the sadness creeps in and I can't shake it, I light one up. Weed's become this weird comfort blanket. It doesn't fix anything, but it slows everything down just enough so I don't have to feel so much all at once. When I'm high, it's like time doesn't move and for a while, neither does the pain.

But even then, you're still on my mind.

Sometimes I wonder if you miss me too. If you ever think about those late nights talking about life, making plans, dreaming big. If you feel the empty space where our friendship used to live so loudly.

I'm not saying I've got it all figured out far from it. But I just needed to say this somewhere. Because missing you has become a part of my daily routine, like breathing or rolling up when the world feels too sharp.

Maybe one day we'll cross paths again, when the timing's right. Maybe we'll pick up where we left off, like nothing ever changed.

Until then, I'll be here .. under clouds, thinking of you.