It's 4:31 am and I'm up before the world. They don't know what I'm thinking, what lies beneath my thoughts as it began to wonder. I scribble it down if I want it remembered; black inks of solitude in a blank canvas that is staring at me. Perhaps they can tell you my secret; what hurts me, what...

I don't know where my head was. I do think about you at times but I realise that I find you boring. Maybe I thought I wanted all of that but maybe I don't. Maybe I just needed is someone whom I can be my crazy self with and be okey. Someone who loves me to pieces and doesn't fall into the standards...

I don't know if I think about you too much or is it because I haven't really seen you that often. It's quite rare that I dream about you and I'm not sure if that causes it. I felt like I spend more time with you in that dream than I did in real life. I can barely remember exactly what happened...