dreams

I become foolish when I am left alone, reacquainted with my deepest thoughts, led down the rabbit hole of empty and hopeful dreams.

Questions inundate the recesses of my mind: Do you think of me? Do you wonder about me? Do you wonder if I wonder about you?

Here’s another question: When you miss someone so much, when you think about them hard enough, do you think they’ll feel it?

Maybe when my heart forces my brain to use all of its power to recreate the warm golden honey look in your eyes when you look at me like I have permeated the entirety of you and there is no single bone or muscle within you that isn’t painted with me, the universe will send my love letter to you