Vague

In the cold breeze of days and the long months behind. I miss the solitude I had, though in the middle of the nights you yearn for excitement.

Here you are with the silence and breathing of a love one but your heart feels different and wants to look for something else beyond what is present. 

It aches you and feels the weight that keeps pressing your chest also the drag inside is so painful you can't ignore the void anymore.

Oh what a confusion. Butterflies turned to cut the gut.