You're the answer that can never be found. You were my muse. I imagine you are this blanket caressing me, clinging to all the contours of my body. Oh, if you were here now, the sweet secrets I would whisper to you. The innocent cheek kisses. But you are not here, and now all that I am left with is this blanket.

When I was a lot younger I would sit and ponder of the idea of glue. It was always a struggle when you accidentally glued something down in the wrong spot. Either you would end with success or failure trying to salvage the sheet. Sometimes you'd ask the teacher for a new sheet when you knew there was no point in trying to redeem the last one. You would either give up or try again. Then when you would ask for a new sheet you were happy because you got a clean slate and tried so hard to make this one; in your eyes perfect. Then you would look back at the old one you tried to salvage and either looked at the beauty in it or you realized that you got exactly what you wanted.

The silence is binding it eats away at the soul, so next time you ask why I decided to drop you out of my life I hope you realized I was worth it.

Sometimes on long car rides I look up to see something that's never changing, I look up at the stars hanging on a thread and the shadows on the moon. I think of my soulmate, are we looking up at the same night sky? I think of the ever changing society and it gives me hope to see the same stars. Then again, the stars are dead.