hey ken baby,

four more days till i can touch you for real. talking to you on the phone is just not the same as talking to you up in person. you made me realise the difference between love and lust, and you taught me like the first time. you're a really good person in my eyes.

The way that i run through is love, but that way is full of traps. The inevitable trap is mind's fear, it swallows courage like a swamp and I get smaller. Disappearing cheerful looks on my face, I'm afraid that you will look away from me, turning your back on my confession. I try to get sleep that's not coming, resting my head on the anxiety like a needle and i stay up all night to the end since the thought of you is more alive than dreams. Feels like insomnia.

Although its lonely, the way i go to your place is through love, however how many times i fall i will stand up and go but, the sickness caused by looking at you continously is insomnia. It will never be healed unless i get your love. But eternally till i die i'll wait only for your permission and i will exist for you however many lifetimes it takes. I try to get sleep that's not coming, resting my head on the anxiety like a needle and i stay up all night to the end since the thought of you is more alive than dreams. Feels like insomnia.

This burning love is not cooling off. Even though tears flowing like the rain caused by being tired of yearning wet it. I try to get sleep that's not coming, biting my lips everyday, and i stay up all night since the thought of you is more alive than dreams. Feels like insomnia.

honestly, waiting for you every night to come back is feeling like insomnia to me. love you.