I find beauty in the things that break us,
maybe even the things that hold us in prevail.
I believe you can love someone in silence,
yet it always leaves me longing for a figure in my emptiness.
I distance myself from
my innocence,
my mind,
and my love.
I crash into waves of emotion,
my uncertainty always fills the air.
Along with my decaying nostalgia
I engrave the worse of consciousness,
for in ways I will never forget the affliction
I cause for my mental stability
l.p