At times, I do wish people knew the half of it. Not in a condescending or a superior sense, but beauty lies beneath our life experiences, and occasionally it would be nice to feel a truthful connection of past meets present.

There’s only one photo of us together and neither of us took it. I was so obsessed with the moment and entrapped in a world of him that nothing else mattered. I had no idea where my phone was, my mind or anything else. It was truly beautiful, sad and so beyond anything I’ve ever understood. I sit and smile and realize as I reminisce that it was beautiful to love someone else more than myself, but it was bliss to feel nothing for everything else.

It’s not that I love danger, it follows and lingers beneath. It feels for me when I’m asleep. I awake and it pulsates through my veins and gives me life to live another day.

When the sun meets the sky and you finally find what it is you’re looking for, I’ll no longer be here.We’ll both be dead and that voice you hear inside your head, I hope it’s dead too. I hope you’ll be at peace and all those words I said meant something.

He loaded the bullet and begun roulette, wrote about how I smelled like whiskey and regret. His eyes said upset while his mouth spoke, it’s time to accept.

You look for truth in the beginning, but nothing makes sense until the end.

Some oceans make sense. Most do not. Become the difference.

Ran out of things to say, metaphors for you. Why the ocean’s clear instead of blue, why mountains in the distance had reminded me of you.

They always come back, but we don’t always answer.