I am flying like a milkweed in the reality I call life. I am here but not here. My body is trapped in reality but my soul belongs somewhere else. Even when I am sound asleep I keep stretching my arm to make sure you are next to me. I keep walking around trying to recollect the troubled thought in my head and it always directs me towards your absence. I am sinking, I feel like crying, I wish you were with me but I will never pull you while I am drowning. I am here but never here.