What are you reaching for, our there.

Beyond what we see and know why would you need to be bigger?

What are you reaching for and when can I know what it is and where it is?

It shouldn’t really matter to me I’ll never have answers for the questions

It’s just how I get the attention.

I still woke up without you

Even if I was with you

I wonder if memories of dreams are real memories.

I miss you.

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