Lucid

Dear Diary,

This past week has felt like a lucid dream. I haven't seen you all week, and I miss you. I wish time could stop for a bit and let me savor what little time I have with you.

I can still recall spending weekends together, doing next to nothing, time didn't seem nearly as important then as it does now.

I should be doing something else, yet I'm here, sending words to the vast empty internets.

I miss you. I love you. I want to see you.
Come back.

Z