I've started to starve from lack of affection and human company.
There are people everywhere but none of them compare to you.
I've decided to strike up a conversation with the moon in hopes that she'll send my messages to the sun and somehow they'll find their way to you. But I feel as though they got lost in the ocean of your thoughts and drowned in a pool of what and have nots to ever make their way back to me.
So, I sit here lonely, waiting for the day that I will know the meaning of company. Because this world is nothing but alien to me, and you are the only thing that's ever felt like HOME.