Tell me I'm strange

Tell me I'm peculiar

I don't feel right with this void inside

You took my forever

In a downhill crusade

I think I thought wrong to say the greatest distance in life;

Was death.

Walls are there for a reason; What are yours? Aren't we all moving a little too hasty that we don't have a minute to spare? There are no walls to climb without you around. As close as I will ever get; my knees starts to cave in and I find myself running frantically in the opposite direction. But when I do return, everything has vanished.

We can't force another to fit the void that isn't their place to begin with. As much as I don't like to be forsaken... I am invalid. But that's the funny thing about solitude; It draws victims in and then destroys them from the inside out. Beautiful red.

Sitting there at the in between, breathing the salt and earth. You are still not here with me. Nothing but the wind, I still am. A constant blur and mess. If you must know, I am torn writing this. The moment when settling feels like an option, instead of the cliff, I chose wrong. Again.

In that perfect world, I would chose. Your sheets. Your outline in the distance. Your scent. Your curtain. Your hands. You.

I... don't want to get up.

Where do I go from here.

I hate this weakness. But I am made up of it.