Dali

The moral of the story is this:

The less you’re around, the more you fill my mind.
The harder I try to want you less, the less I want anyone else.
The closer my heart leans in your direction, the further I am from sleep.
The more I try to let you go, the less connected I am to myself.
The more your name is mentioned, the softer my heart becomes.

You’re like water—I can’t tell where you end and the world begins.