0.1 | fantasy & reality
I thought about a story that I want to write a long time ago.
I didn't think it mattered, but now I think I know.
If I could see you face to face, hold you in a tight embrace.
If you were here, if you were real. But you're not; sorrow is all my distant heart feels.
I can almost hear your voice,
I can almost sing your song,
I can almost hold your hand as we walk along.
But then I wake up to the sound of my alarm and there's no one to hold in my arms.








