When I wake up, I fade to blue,
since when the dreaming ends,
of your existence, there’s a clue.
I’m so in love with essence felt,
it’s easy to ignore that I’m in love
with ghost of you, except for times
when I wake up, when I wake up without you…

So, I sit here
and ponder how to live
for the next few years
with the least
discomfort as possible.
But, I should be thinking;
how to make my living
the most fun and joy that it can be.