I listen for the whisper of your sweet insanity. -A Perfect Circle
My imagination is taunting me. Whispering delightful fantasys in my ear. Of what lies beyond the clouded horizon of two and a half years.
I can see the apartment. All in brilliant technicolor. Our things strewn across the rooms. The hushed roar of the cars passing beneath the solitary window as we lie curled into the nest of blankets deemed a bed.
It's such a lovely dream. It fills my waking thoughts. They course through my body. Leaving me limp and content in their joyous wake.
I never want to leave...