This pulls me to tears.
literally, thinking about this makes my eyes fill then flood.
I have never been to this actual point.
This is something new..
I wont make a move, I always make a move.
But I wont, in fear of fucking my chance up.
Just the chance, the idea, the thought.
Well the chance I don't actually have.
Only this one that I hope to have.
Chills run through me just imagining this,
thinking about this, daydreaming about this.
My mind is entwined with this chance I don't have.
I am even willing to run.
Just to one day have this.
Because it feels worth it.
Noting ever feels worth it.
That is why I think I might be holding onto this.
But I really don't know.


Yes, yes yes

indeed I have lost my mind.
but you could lose your mind with me.
so why should anything matter ever.