I was nothing.
I was not relevant nor did I exists.
Not sure if i ever did.
I am when you see something from a far on a hot sunny day but not sure what to make of it.
So you just assume it exist because your thoughts hate fearing "what ifs."
I'm not sure I was living in the first place , except when I looked at the tropical sunset in her eyes.
For it was her who made me live when I only existed.
She was life support and for me? I was just glad to be in paradise.
All of this, every piece, every scrap turned art was for her.
I know I'm horrible in school and her heart was math but i swear my intentions were never divided.
-KB.