To get through the day, I try to fill my head up with thoughts. Every kind of thoughts. And when my mind is "empty", you come in. Then, I find something else to think about. I try to think about everything but this. I even repeat them, if it's needed. I must post pone the pain of your absence as much I can.
But there comes a time that there's nothing more to think about but this. And then I realise: all my thoughts lead to you. It's inevitable.
So I lay down in bed, praying to fall asleep quickly so that I don't have time to think about you. That's the only time I'm okay, I'm sleeping.
And when I wake up, it starts all over again (...)
The night feels so short.