It's midnight, and I feel a crushing loneliness sitting on my chest.
Whenever you're not here I fill my world with distractions. My heart is like a sponge that I have to be careful what fills it. I follow the thread of time through the day, plucking flowers as I go to cover the smell of panic.
But if the lonesome thoughts creep back into my mind, suddenly my heart soaks it all up. Dropping golden petals behind me. Destined to be left forgotten and irretrievable.
