erricaoleaherrnandez

In a crowd 
          	full of people, 
          	I'd look for you. 
          	
          	In a body 
          	of water,
          	your eyes 
          	more blue. 
          	
          	Up 
          	any mountain,
          	past 
          	any sea. 
          	
          	I hope 
          	one day,
          	you'd look 
          	for me.

erricaoleaherrnandez

Dear all social media, 
          
          I desperately want to find someplace within you to put my thoughts, dreams, and struggles without any judgement and without hurting anyone's feelings. I want to be able to express what I feel and not care about what anyone thinks. 
          
          But I can't. 
          
          Because no matter how much Tumblr gives me a shoulder to cry on, or the countless times Twitter has given me the opportunity to punch a wall, or even Instagram's reassurance that I am indeed confident and living the life everyone thinks I have, or let YouTube encourage me to keep doing what I'm doing, or have snapchat showcase that I'm not boring at all, 
          
          I feel all of your eyes. 
          
          I feel them seep into my pores and dissect every fibre of my being. 
          
          I feel you inside of my head. 
          
          I feel you inside of my shoes. 
          
          And not in the sense of understanding. 
          
          But from a view of judgement and ridicule. 
          
          And then there's Wattpad, that lets me escape  from reality for a bit. 
          
          And I can see. 
          
          I see through your eyes. 
          
          I feel through your shoes. 
          
          I breathe your air. 
          
          I hear you cry. 
          
          And I reach out, and we're connected through words.
          
          Through letters. 
          
          Through songs. 
          
          Through poems. 
          
          And I find love. 
          
          I feel love. 
          
          I breathe love. 
          
          I hear love. 
          
          I am love. 
          
          Together, we are love. 
          
          And as much as I'd like to just stop being a part of you, I just can't seem to let you go. 
          
          Sincerely, 
          Erica