I paint my own reality...

I wish I was face deep in the chest hair forest right now :(

Sleeping alone is terrible, especially when all you want is to be in the arms of someone you love…feeling their soft heartbeat underneath your head, listening to their sleepy breathes escape like a siren calling you to sleep and taking in every bit of their musky scent as you slowly drift to slumber.
I miss you love.

I try to sleep but it’s crafty, and ever elusive on days like these when I would forego anything just fall asleep on your chest.

Your pillow doesn’t ever seem to keep your scent long enough to satisfy my need of it, to fill the empty void next to me where your body should be.

My racing thoughts won’t subside, my mind won’t stop wandering, searching for the solace and tranquillity I only find when I am wrapped up so tight in your embrace.

…but that just won’t happen, sleep isn’t joining me, it is impossible on days like these.