I dreamed of you last night. And as usual, you're always out of reach. Always something blocking you from view. Always something taking my attention. And when i try to go back, you're gone. Or you're there, but i'm always third party, just the faraway observer trying to blend in with everyone else so i can stay and at the very least, i know that im in the same room as you.

Thurd party. Funny typo.

Anyway. Such is life, i guess. If the stars don't say, it's not gonna happen, not even if you tried.