"Quick, kiss me before someone realizes we're not in love."

you know the feeling
it is the feeling of
staring at the ceiling while your digital clock hits midnight
sliding down in the covers and pressing your headphones tight
and it is the feeling of
"I know you're somewhere"
and of
not realizing you've been painting in silence for five hours
the feeling of
I wish my heart would burst
so you could see my blood isn't red
but every colour and some that don't exist
and then shimmering shards of light would lift us into space