2017

March

March,
I was a dark paradise; beautiful in my own way. Nothing stopped me from rising but I was scared of love, scared to be loved.
Love made me feel like I was the one but when I looked around, there was no one else.
Just me... existing in my own world. This is the part of the story where you're certain that you weren't only the first option, but the only... the; "nothing else is in it for me so I might as well just choose her."
I felt, a lot, and nothing at all... all at once.
My echoed voice was my only salvation and I didn't trust my souvenir anymore.

I could feel winter in my bones already; but we were only 3 months away.
Where is my salvation?