May 31

I refuse to see you, but why does your face keep visiting my thoughts? Your voice is the last sound I want to hear, but why does it sound like gentle music that goes through one ear and straight to my heart? My senses crave for you. Every cell in my body sings for you. My head is reeling memories of you and each of them are so vivid and so captivating, they seem tangible enough to touch. And when I reach out, I touch nothing and that’s when my thoughts console the emptiness that settles in.