it's looking at me

from the last page of my sketchbook

and i can't help but reading it

and wondering

how was it so much

how was it so fast

how do i come back to that.

it seems like a dream

i feel it's an hallucination

i feel like i'm insane

and this is really a mess.

cause maybe in a couple minutes

somebody will wake me up

and i'll open my eyes

to the beauty of the past

to homes i miss

to people i love

to realities i long.

maybe i've been having nightmares all along

maybe this is one of them

maybe i'll wake up to him.

maybe i'll see him again.

i don't know.

i don't really know anymore.

come back to me.

take me home.

i'm gone
and i do miss you

a lot.