It grips me
It leaves me weak and needing
This need to follow the mental path into non-existenting
Where are you when I need you most
I miss the hours we would chat
The willingness to stay up late for that one extra word
Late night thoughts flow through me
I cannot express my need for that time is not now
The willingness to be in pain for brief moments
Just to feel something
Am I the same
Will I ever be who I once was
Will I sink and never break the surface again.
It grips me in these moments



















