the year is coming to an end;
knowing that you will go back home;
i suggested we dress up, have a drink and celebrate the season;
both of us far away;
when people get desperate;
they have crazy thoughts;
it could be a stupid, silly idea;
but i do miss you;
then i realise;
eventually no matter what;
you are not mine;
escapism - a new word to me;
nevertheless is how i feel with you;
because you are not getting what you want out of that;
and you somehow somewhat getting it from me;
even just a little;
me too is feeling the same way;
the feeling that makes you feel alive is rare and precious;
so you seize it;
no matter how stupid it sounds, or make you look;
sometimes it is just that one person that matters;
i do not know if that will be you;
i just now i am your replacement to fulfill something that you are missing right now in your life.
it could be nothing.
it could be love.
it could be anything.