to the untitled

it is not in perfection that we see true beauty but in imperfection and incompleteness that we imagine what could have been perfect and truly beautiful. perhaps there is no questions to how and why people get together or separate. just many reasons to justify these capricious workings of emotions. but truly deep down, nothing is justifiable here. not the adrenalin filled hours singing crazy songs together, not the joyful stillness of watching you entertaining your childish impulses at toy stores nor the sweet inseparable glances that we exchange.. in all that solitude that we each embody, who dares say that we are deserving of all these. it's been a blessing for awhile.

you were that lemon scented wild breeze in my pale blue mind* i gave my best and spent my time after gathering all the pieces of myself back. from the unknown spaces of memory tucked away like freshly written letters never posted, and in the process discovered new pieces of myself. of all the many things i want to do. many of which would definitely bring me away from all that i have known my entire life. so there, it's been enough for me. for something to hold on to and move on.

a little rough round the edges but still good* i am actually not hurting anymore. just standing at the edge of everything and looking back at its vastness and surreal quality. is that why ppl like to stone at the sea? this might be my most honest entry yet but definitely the last of all that self wallowing series. at least in the near future that is. it's time to move on.
thank you to you and everyone else who's been there for me

:)