January 2.2020

I'm looking for arms to fall in. I had an exhausting day and I wish I had them to get back to. The idea of it entices. I just wish I wasn't here. I miss myself. It's not self-pity. It's wishes. I'm wishing. Don't mistake it for me being sad. I'm not sad, I just wish I was happy. Just like i was once. In my favorite museum, sharing songs and stupid jokes. 

I miss those.