No one is ever ready to leave. No one is ever ready to lose. No one is ever ready to feel that pain. I feel the ones that hurt the most though, is when they lose someone without actually losing them. Say you have a neglective parent. Physically, they’re there. Mentally, they’re not. Physically, they never left, mentally, they were never there. That’s a loss that can’t be understood by just a story...

I hear with my eyes more than my ears. When I look at someone, it’s like there soul spills out through their eyes, and their life story is displayed in the mixture of colors that pigments the iris. I always found it weird how I can hear through the mere sight of someone’s movements or the shakiness in their breathe. I found it weird how I could tell someone’s mood by just looking at their face and...

As the tide

reaches the sand

Washing up treasures

on the land

But as the tide

comes to play

We watch our footprints

wash away

The memory of our fun

Washed into the sea

But our story just begun

The tale of you and me.

Whe watched our footprints

wash away

But the sand sticks

throughout the day

Between our toes

Now in our shoes

Behind our ears

In our hair too

Our memories has left

from the beac...