ashikay

my thoughts run wild but all i get is a headache no leeway, no progress. i thought i knew myself but these miss you nights leave me confused. i wrote this song for the one who knows. and when day breaks i'm empty. i think to myself maybe tonight will be different. but every night is a miss you night. i just sit here and write my black hole symphonies; thirty three minutes of 24k silence and four words. 'i miss you nights' but silence is never empty. they told me the best love songs have confused words. i'm writing this song to the one who knows.                           ©Okang A. O.