I used to love this picture of you walking by the sea... It was a cold day so you wore a plaid seeming ready to leave. Your face was cast down while you kicked sand methodically... And you looked lost in thought as far as I could see. But now it's obvious. You weren't just … Continue reading Oblivious


My biggest regret will always be being blind to the man who stood by my side this entire time... And for denying him what I gave to everyone else... When he was the one who deserved it all.


I can picture you alone somewhere in a southern state, Smoking a chain of cigarettes while a drink surely waits. A loft with wood floors is probably what you now call home, Still lost to the world with a face like stone.