02 December, 2013

Something to live with.

I wish I was a place you'd visit or a thing you'd do out of curiosity and eagerness and want. 
Because I'm not. And I doubt I'd ever be as interesting or enticing as your bright, wonderful life.
You'll be the firework and I'll be the sea, glistening silver in your light, forever the recipient of your afterglow and ashes.

May The Lord forgive me for the strength of me that I vest in you.