amy

Guess we finally had a serious heart to heart talk.

A void. Emptiness. Hollowness. (all beneath the guise of laughter and geity)

Started with hopes.
Lost in the middle.
Still lost now.

Distant. So very distant.

Casual. Too casual. (the tensions simmer beneath)

Tears are missing. Spirit is numbed by time.

Weariness. Weariness for the past, present, future.

and in the night, I could be helpless
I could be lonely sleeping without you
and in the day, everythings complex
theres nothing simple when I'm not around you

and I miss you when you're gone...