Perhaps the most comforting thing that exists is the dawn of a new day. The transient rays that dwell for only a few short moments speak the truths I've denied for most of my life. I slow my steps in an effort to be closer to the finest thing I have ever experienced alone. My solitude affects me in a different way these days. Fully immersed in the infinite possibilities of my thoughts, I have changed more within this past year than I have in my life.
It's difficult to fall asleep when you've already woken up.
I'm aware of who I've lost because of this. I'm sorry I'm dismissive. I'm sorry I can't talk about anything that would compromise my composure. I apologize for the words I will never get the chance to say to you. I've tried my hardest to fabricate worlds better than the one I've been given. Only now, have I found beauty in the subtle ways of your love.
Each day feels like a reprise of the one before, and it infuriates me. This awareness; however, I believe, is my greatest gift.
I was so close to loving you.
And at last, I have finally let go.
