It doesn’t change, trying to hide in hibernation doesn’t change the secrets found or the answers that come with sleep.
Between it seems they are there and always the feeling of it being just right, only to wake and realise nothing is right.
It’s not right.
Yet, as days pass, it doesn’t get better. Waking up and continuing trying to find that feeling between dreaming,
The feeling of being loved.
The feeling of being able to show love.
In the morning the words are the same, alone in a tiny room again.
Dreaming of them, dreaming of the song that ruined everything.
Following, but unfollowed.
Wishing, but unwished for.
If there was a word to express, if there was an explanation, if I could just explain…
But I can’t.
The chance to explain, the chance to sing, the chance to work together,
Slipped by in silence.
There are no second chances.
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