Anonymous Maximus

I feel drunk, normally so
Everything good, thoughts
Linger around her
The song that you always loved
The waves that you always heard
Lonesome, she is there
Happiness, she is all you care
Logic defines her, Life is a blur
The anonymous face that u always saw
Finally has form
Touch and proximity are just nouns
Existentiality has new meaning
I will always be greedy, and want more
But there you are.

- Anonymous