darkness

I hate the feeling of losing vision, part where my vision becomes blur, it brings  a sense of uncertainty. When im in that state, i feel afraid.
i hate when something ends, i hate when credits come up.

Every waking moment, every sleep. All i think about is you. how i have erred. how useless i am being able to do nothing but whip up series after series of emotions within myself.

are you thinking of me? do you think of the happy times we shared? the part we changed for each other? do you miss my smell? do you miss my face against yours? do you miss the love i shower you? do you miss how we can talk about anything and everything? do you remember we talked so much even on our first non club meeting at my coffeeshop? do you miss how simple things were and enjoyable? or do you just hate me for what i did to you...

because i hate myself.