I am climbing up the mountain.
I am clawing with weak claws.
I am patient and waiting.
I am a wounded lion, since our official days off.
I am sorry, and wanting…
To talk and to love.
I am trying and hunting, for understanding and life.
I am crying and hurting, but you can not see at near sight.
Look into my eyes, and see a darkness so real.
And I miss your entire being, this love is surreal.
I am stumbling and falling, I will get back up stronger and better.
I will be wiser and clever, half husky and half lion.
I have to be a hybrid, because in some ways it is weak by just being a kind of lion.
I love you, and I miss you.
I am weak in this morning, lacking vigor and inspiration.
My will is blackened and I don’t know what is hacking.
Perhaps, it is love that is missing.
Your lips I wish to kiss on.
And the distance, to the communication that isn’t.
I truly miss you, I miss this.
I am weak, without you.
I am saddened without you.
I am grey and I am trying.
I need you.
I need you.
I need you.
