on this day.

what tomorrow brings.

soon, we picked up pebbles from rocky roads. skipped them on lakes that wanted nothing to do with the hopelessness that graved itself into our bones.

on this day, we tried to let go of what used to be, cutting dead stems away from what was meant to be.

these words are more than just that. they are seas swallowing us whole, fires behind dead, glossy eyes. the soft rain after winter snow, a roaring thunderstorm that stretches for miles. i only hope my voice was loud enough for you to hear. it's the extra stretch towards the sun, the last time we ever feel like we are drowning. it's the soothing relief that washes over us when we feel the grit of sand between toes and the ocean reaches for us in a way that we almost feel wanted.

fingers crossed behind slouched backs, eyes closed while muttering up to the stars. it's time to let go, forgive, and move on. it's unwanted love, happiness, jealousy, burning rage and embers of forgotten passion. it's all in what tomorrow brings.

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