It Could be that now is one of those days when the hours pass slower. It Could be that is one of those hours when I start to ramble into my thoughts without sense. It Could be that now you’re so far away that seems like you don’t exist, that you’re a shadow of some man that I invented, some lover who I draw on my dreams. It Could be that just now, I am dreaming as well. It Could be that, just now I know that you existed, you exist and is that why I’m missing you so much.
