I’m still writing, I still speak to myself with hopes that you hear me, 

I still scream with hopes that one day, you message me out of the blue, out of nowhere, out of the unbearable silence to ask me how I am 

That this period of distance was not that far at all, even when we move forward with our lives, I need to know we never went to waste. 

Dreams and confessions of our fears sticks to me 

You’re stuck in me