Spaghettifying void

Maybe I should not have chosen this title, since you like physics.

I wake up everyday, I’m keeping myself busy, I dodge the ball of your memories deftly. I wake up eager to hear your name, or to see your smile, then the smell of my dad’s ciggarettes and the sound of the washing machine brings me back to reality.

I wake up

I eat breakfast, I go to school, I do my homeowrk, I work part time jobs, I watch TV, I sleep (then I started dreaming of you every single night so I mminimized my sleeping hours and that’s because I seem to have no command on my own dreams), I play basketball, I play the guitar, and I listen to the radio.

I do everything I thought I will be too lazy to do, this mysterious energy, the Photons of my feelings for you get me on my heels (physics is inextricable or is it you? again!), provide me with power to and to make.

Maybe you’re wasn’t such a bad season after all.

I relinquished all of your stupid habits; I use social media and like my friends’ posts, I no longer take joggs in the early mornings with the sun rising, I quit smiling all the time and I don’t listen to songs while I’m taking a shower.

I’m clean of you.

Yet, there’s always a yet, Yet you’ve left a void. I want to call someone to tell him how much the relativity theory is awesome, I want to talk about love, about family, my family and yours, I want to hear your voice and your laugh when we ask the same question at the same time, I want to wonder and ponder about the creation and about God. I’m not a greedy person, andI don’t ask for things unless it’s you around there.

The void is spaghettifying, and I, I’m waiting for the inevitable.