dear sleeper.

i think of you most when i am asleep cause its making up for you not being next to me.







lately, all i want to do is write. when you asked me if i was crying the other morning, i told you i wasnt, and i dont think i should have been, because right now i dont think your happiness is a reason to express my own. and now i understand better than i ever have.

you made this world, you made this peace, you gave me life, thank you, thank you. your love is everywhere. open me.