It feels if I start to write the feelings into words, I will run out of words to tell aboud but my thirst will only grow.
But I doubt that about myself, so lets see how much I miss her.

I stuff myself with food,
bite after bite,
must keep tasting the food.
Must get the taste I tasted
When my tongue touched the bite,
The first bite of the food.
That taste, I must taste it every second
While I devour on my food.

I am done eating, now what?
I got lot of hw I got to do, but whats the use. I have to be online, she might come online. Maybe we can return to the old days when we lived for each other.

maybe.