Where and why?
Why and where?

Craving and dreaming.
Still paralyzed, but beaming.

With reasons unspoken
and doubts hidden.
Way down.
Piled up.
And still piling.
And piling.
And suffocating.

For you.
For what you've been.
And I've missed you.
Like hell.
Even if I never
knew you.
Never even well.