A situationship.
I dream of love, and it dreams of me - oh how jovial, this feeling is. My ears ring sounds, which might not exist - My mind feels sensations, of some heavy rift. Yet we find our peace, in some solitary Abbey's! Where lightning emits poetry, and clouds pass by in a spinny; it is a warm yet cold mystery, waiting to unfold in a jiffy. It's life, they say, we never question, 'who are they' - for we are lost in the enigma, of what is night, what is a day. Hence flows the story of longing and retrieval, before losing its conscious energy - 'tis late night, and the curtains must fall.