Today you brought me flowers. I’m tempted to put them in a vase. You don’t know I’m distancing myself from you, so your gesture is senser. I left them there for dead. I think you should just let me be. If you’re reading this right now, I think its best we let this rest in peace.
Dear Reader,
It’s time to go off the grid for a little while.
I prayed to God for a graceful exit while holding on the enter sign. Confused butterflies with cardiac arrest I walk willing into heart break. How do you hope this goes somewhere when you know it will not, yet you believe it will. I’ve crossed deserts while you crossed the street. I’m tired emotionally and physically. I used to look at the sky and was fed by the sun now I only crave the moon. Tonight, I’m on my knees praying I let go of the enter sign.
Dear Reader,
I know I feel this way today, but will I feel this same way tomorrow? What happens if things work out? What happens if they don’t? Choosing oneself is the most important part of being happy, don’t lose yourself in search of finding someone else.
I am the window that brings light into the dark room. I am that light. I am a mountain few are able to climb. A book too complicated to read. I am sweet wine and whiskey, shaken not stirred. Born of Earth. I am hidden amongst the stars rare, but not rare - well done you found me.
Dear Reader,
On a journey to find myself, I lost myself to find myself.
X, -A
