Miscellanea

Finding myself

I found myself breathing for the first time in years. Like fully breathing without a hint of regret and insecurity. I found myself staring at the moon again. With nothing but a glint of hope peaking through the branches. I crave the sunset evermore. With colors colliding and remembering all the beautiful colors and inevitable endings. I crave the mountains and how I see myself climbing another. I crave the beaches and the soft sands and tender waves. I crave the long rides and music too loud with voices echoing in the wind. I crave the journey that I never went to, the jump I never took, and the freedom that I denied all these years. I thought I was home all these years when I was with you. I didn't know it was just a sentence I need to live through.