Nightly Dreams turned Vivid Adventures.

We went on another adventure last night. The kind you can remember and its permanence has its hold on you. I turn over to see her and think about the memories we’ve made and the. I compare the two. What had a stronger hold? Something a decade ago or something right in front of me.. am I fucked up for comparing the two? Or am I in a constant dreadful battle of trying to kill my past but find it I killable? Some nights I have these adventures hoping they can consume my reality and just live there with you. So I wouldn’t have to deal with the pain of missing you. I wonder if you still have those same adventures of me and you? Do you still look at the moon every night and think we are watching the same thing? Do you ever wonder if we share the same adventures and dreams? Fuck I miss you. Fuck I hate this. Fuck I hate saying the word Fuck. Fuck it all and Fuck my heart for putting me through this torment any further. It truly feels like a nightmare when I’m awake because I only see you vividly in my dreams.