Evoking.

Lay down next to you in bed just to try and let you know that I know how you feel.

Getting lost in a crowd, louder music, bigger smiles, distractions, sweeter and sweeter..

Overactive minds, hazy hazy, blurred too. 

Move closer, please, it's cold.

Memory on 0. 

Leave my house almost tripping running to your door.

To make sure you're okay.

Because it rips me apart inside, your pain passed to me like thunder to electricity pole.

To let you know I care.

To find someone who feels just as damaged as me.

So we can lay in that room for hours, evoking. 

So I can be a friend. I like being a friend.

It's been lonely and cold, everything feels just as hard as the ice covered path to your house on which I tripped on several occasions skipping steps to get to you as fast as possible.

To realize everyone's alone.

And the weathers changing, suddenly, just like the tears that were poured out Sunday night. 

For which I apologize, to you, to JJ and to J.

I'm sorry you had to ask "What's wrong?"

I can no longer write.

I wish I was better so you could call this blog "refreshing" again.

I miss comfort.

I've been hungry.

And despite all the smiles, I still break down night after night of saying "Good Night."