Sadly as Reimann’s hypothesis so will my love for him remain
Moments drop off logarithmically as my anxiety increases exponentially
Sleep will not come
Forces of intuition tell me sadly that past proof is truth
Time is taxing my remaining survival resources
the pool is dangerously shallow
Maintaining a shield of aloofness
Chained by my own self doubt,
Not being near enough and yet too close
Tell me is it fact, fantasy or fiction?