Nights of longing

Not sure really what to say about it.

Oh how I wish my nights were full of dreams and passion instead now, it’s the constant beat of my heart beat echoing to the empty room. Dreams don’t come as easy now, just me laying here liningering for a dream that may never happen in dream land but in my reality as well. How I wish my heart had something to hold on to instead it just reverberates around the empty walls like a never ending game of pong with no winners, just a sad tie. I crave a substance that seams far away but just close enough to try for hope.