What a Waste.

I’m utterly terrified of reality.

It’s an odd feeling missing such insignificant things.

I’ve been dancing with the sun for quite a while now.

Relative to proximity, my brain is closer to my ears than my heart is. 
Maybe my heart is just more loyal of a friend. Whatever the reason, it seems selective hearing has really done a number on me.

I need to see you soon because I’m starting to think of you as a 
thing. I’m turning you into an abstract idea in my mind; as if you’re 
some sort of fairytale that never truly existed.

I’ve never felt so literally breathless.