Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

...Lost in your heart, lost in your eyes
Lost every day, no map to follow
Entire days, weeks, a blur
Flickers of light, in the darkness,
Only to be enveloped in shadows once more...

______________________________________________It's the taste of the chase
______________________________________________I do confess, it's the mess
______________________________________________That feels so right