An Insomniac’s Dream.

I missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.

We met somewhere inside an insomniac’s dream, in a world so precarious- it could crumble at any given time- folding at the slightest touch.

I wish I could have a day with you, where the sun never went past noon. Or a night, where the stars could go on forming their constellations; until the sky is filled with stories of how I loved you.

You once told me that you had to bend time and space to be at my side. But it would only be for a moment, you had said.

How long? I asked.

But it was already over, long before the answer could leave you lips.

 

Xoxo,

~Lang Leav ❤️‍

 

Draft.

A marker drawn
to show our end,
etched into its line.

~Lang Leav 💔