About to drift off then…
I have to remind myself that he no longer wants me. I will never have him again. I have reached out way too much and he just doesn't… He never has or will.
Why can I see what I have when I have it? I feel that I'm blind to what's in front of me, always…
Then the real fear starts…
What if the earth just fell right out of orbit? No one left. Gone. At least in this solar system. Gravity stops, that song free-falling is playing and total fear hits. With a hint of chill the f*** out. Calm and collected. Quite.
None of it matters or mattered