I look at a blank canvas
Emptiness, it reads,
Exposed to absence.

I can't help but shudder
When I imagine my future
What am I doing with myself?
Am I what people expect of me?

I always feel tired,
Yet I seem restful
My problems are shoved
Under a black rug in space
And I feel like I carry guilt
Each and every single day.

I told her I wanted to run away
From all the drama and pain
I can't put it any other way
I'm looking for an escape with her.

She says,
There's nothing better than living
With the sound of love in your ears
Love is a fantasy
It grabs you like a palm tree,
Shakes you around
And throws your problems below the sea,
Leaving only ambition and happiness.

*Listen to the waves.