Whoever this message is addressed to, you appear faceless, formless and nameless to strangers, but your face, frame and identity burns the brightest in my mind.
No one has it all, least of all you. I haven’t seen you in a long time. I wonder how you are, if you are happy. Occasionally I will think of our memories together, but I don’t feel anything afterwards. You remain only a lingering cobweb inside the dark recesses of my mind.
I’m not nearly drunk enough on the dead of night for deep stuff.