There are people I could listen to forever. Even if they don't really look at me when they are talking. People I could stand by or stay close to all the time. And watch their hands mimic what they are saying. People I could try to figure out why I need or want so much to be surrounded by them. But can never come up with an answer because I am not looking that hard for a reason.
There are days I wonder why I search for solutions. And prefer to stick to my illusions. My fantasies. There are nights I wish not to wake up in the morning. Nights I pray I could sleep forever, and dream away. Or live like crazy, like before, like a little after, like in-between.
Right now, I could go on like I do for a while. The pain is not that bad. Not so unbearable. Sometimes it's almost unnoticeable. I get to breathe from time to time, and I get to enjoy it. At times. Like at this moment.
I will go eat more moroccan clementines now.