3 AM again, just like every day.
I regret what I stopped doing more than what I did wrong.
I miss things that never happened, possibility of experiencing what once excited me
Now the time has passed, all that remains of me are smiles, pleasant memories, sounds, smells
They say longing is the joy of being sad
I don't know whether to call this longing
This is for all the times I didn't take a chance because of fear
It's for everything that could have been, this is also for everything that was
For the times i didn't feel as alive as the ones who nearly died but didn't
Am I still the same? And if not, is that wrong?
How strange
Do you exist?
What body does your soul inhabit?
Do I know you?
Do I have you?
Did I have you or will I have you?
So many questions
It rains and the music in the background is aligned with what I feel
It's 5 AM again
Do i exist?
Will I exist?
♥♥♥♥, I miss you...