It has been months since i have been whispering to skies stained with rain about last summer. The swollen sunsets have tied my tongue up and clustered every thought and emotion lingering between the stretches of my skin. My bones quivered and sighed to the words i have so much to say but never escape my parted lips. I tried to shake away the gentle misses and tangled tears i have been keeping to myself every time i walk that empty open road. I tried collecting moments that made all the difference to me and learning to find myself again in all the strange and intricate stories of the past, present and future.

Then it was like frozen music when your hazelnut eyes melt into my hands again. Raw affection playing like a bass on a broken string and chocolate vodkas that flowed liberty through our veins. Your words once cut my soul and left my chest feeling heavy for glorious amount of time. I was too worthless and helpless to be able to move on that easily. And then it was time let go and regret nothing. Those truth and lies that drenched me alive actually set me free. Time and understanding healed the wounds inflicted in every flesh that falls away. I have been counting breaths and chances to piece back together all that was lost, but not desiring for anything to be back or to lead to where it was used to be. I guess forgiveness is not a weakness but rather a sense of maturity. Those prose and poetry that i have carefully laced together and drenched myself into truly helped me to forget, to carry on and to feel infinite once more.