i don't like change. i'd rather stand in the ocean, sinking my feet into the sand, cold water mixing with mushy sand - it seeping into the warm flesh of my being. i will never move from here. familiarity is what home is to me

Letting go doesn't mean I'll leave
Im just taking another path
And not bringing you with me

As painful as it is, I need to do so
Or else what will be left?
Both of us broken and torn-