Remember the nights i was so high while talking to you over the phone pointlessly, aimlessly about nothing but everything, while sitting in my mother and fathers' bedroom and during the conversation, all the floral patterns on the curtains started moving, my head was slipping slowly then started to catch up with my eyes, and I would never really be listening to you, but hearing your voice was all that really mattered. Those were the nights i could actually sleep without having creepy thoughts crawling inside my head and leaking from my eyes and ears.

I miss you.