missing

missing

Recently, I've been contemplating the idea of missing someone.

I suppose that's a fairly simple concept though, right? And the mind seems to preserves itself so quaintly- denial, loss, then sublimation, or so it seems. I think I've somehow gotten lost in a muddy stage of sublimation, but I still can't fill the gap. And it's funny though, because as much as I want to see you, I don't want to see you, and as much as I want to talk to you, I can't seem to find words. Maybe it's a sense of self-preservation, maybe I'm afraid of depending on you too much.

Maybe I'm drifting?

Let's spend time together, I think that'd be nice.

I feel like I'm lost.