Bitter Sweet Love

I could watch a million sunrises and still never see one quite as beautiful as your eyes slowly opening in the morning.

I never truly felt comfortable leaving the sanctuary of my self-imposed solitude.

The exquisite poetry of imperfection.

Now I live in a world of untied shoelaces, messy hair, and melting ice cream.
And all I can think about is you.

I found myself aboard a miserable train hurtling toward middle age and oblivion.

Living the cliché of footloose and fancy-free

devoid of any reason.

A petty revenge played out countless times in my tortured mind.

Nothing made any sense but I didn’t care.

I am somewhere,
strangely nowhere.