August 24, 2016|
I don't know what I expected by coming out to the first place we stayed in.
I feel kind of thrown out of the world.
And here I sit on the edge of the world
Fog rolling over
Obscuring the ocean
I can go so long feeing unloved. But when it comes and goes I guess it's less about someone leaving. For me anyway. And just confirms that I'm not worth something. That I can try but I'll be proven in the end not to matter
The fog rolls over
I roll over, too
The sea turns grey
I become grey, too.