Bring me back all your wild whimsical fancies

I remember the days and nights we'd spend alone in your room. Where we didn't need to do anything or say anything and we would just be as we are, soulmates. I remember the times where I would wipe your tears and hold your hand and, though weakened by the blades of love myself, I would try my best to be there for you. Because i wanted to. Because we touched each other's hearts in a way that nobody could ever replace. Because ours is a love that transcends our physical distance. And though I know that in his arms you sleep tonight, in each other's souls we stil reside. Even after all this time, even after all this while, I still miss you from the bottom of my heart.

When I finish shows with the band, I walk and stand and I greet our fans. The fans who make us happen with their love and enthusiasm for our music. The very people who keep us passionate. And I thank them, I thank them as much as I can personally. But there'll always be that part of me that knows all this will be temporary. The moment we fail to produce another hit single, or the moment we start getting predictable, it'll all go away like the blink of an eye.

We've struggled and we've prevailed for so long that I've become numb to the essence of the person I used to be. I've grown so detached from everyone and I can't relate with anyone anymore, because I don't even know how to relate with myself. It's safer to retreat and reside and refrain from committing yourself too much to one person. At least that way they won't ever take you for granted. They won't ever get the opportunity to see you weakened. and you will continue being the two dimensional person they believe you are. It's easier that way.

But every once in a while, for a few minutes or so, it seeps in.

Seeps into the cracks and erodes.

And then I find myself missing you again