Reply to Linda Gregg’s ‘Asking for directions’

I found a way through it
Directly
Even though it wasn’t visible
The stomach knots of anxiety
You remember them?
I have lost it all
Coffee still smells like the late night love we made
Tastes like our last goodbye.
I have been losing sleep
Losing my mind.
I never missed,
Not a bus, a flight, or missing in your heart
Permanently i live in your eyes
I see me through your dilated pupils
So high off the feeling
Thinking about our fantasies
Through the sheets

Hypermind