Five fifty three in the morning and I have yet not been dreaming underneath these lids. You will never stop haunting my soul, will you?

You're on my mind once again. That one incredible night is forever branded in between the skin to the skull. Though, I worry that my being is no where with you.

It's meant more to my soul, I believe. My soul wants to be within his. Yet, he's in a different seat on this flight, and the turbulance is strong and rocky.

You haunt outside my mind now? Thoughts of you is not enough? Inside these lids are your images. When I am awake in the dark, it's you in the corner, isn't it?

What happened to the happiness - to the laughs? The yellow has disappeared from her soul - from sunbright to nightlight in an instant.