You told me that luck and karma were one in the same after disaster struck a mile from your college home.
I wished that after quitting your job you would get a break,
But fate has a funny way of contradicting what I say.
Doomsday,
It seems like a recurring thing, it seems humorous to have any brief moment of believing that it'll all change.
I know that feeling, but it doesn't stop me from clawing toward the surface of the tidal waves,
And I wish I could give you my resilience,
Give you the overflow of my good days,
Because when things get bad I pin the blame on my hopefulness that the comfort will stay.
I will take you in my arms and tell you it is okay,
But although I am a writer, I still never know what to say
On the days that you need me.
YOU ARE READING
Sunset Over Pointe Inn
PuisiLove once stopped me from writing this book, and I hope that whoever is reading this someday finds the kind of love that inspired me to finish it.
