There have never been anyone whose madness could complement mine as we laugh at ourselves, at each other, at the ridiculous nature of life, everything.

Insecurities are overwhelming. Perhaps if you could explain to me the buzzing sound in your head, so loud, so loud yet I cant make sense of it. I need to know that you want me too. The spaces between my fingers are where yours fit perfectly. I still feel your skin, soft as velvet, thick as sin. You're not around me but you're everywhere. Judging eyes, curious faces. Why should we care.