You’re just mad we never went to the ocean. I don’t believe that saltwater can heal every wound. Sometimes that type of mending starts from within.

I’m sinking in my own mind, this happens when I care too much. Lately, I’ve been tempting everything around me to cave in. Scream back at it when I feel worthy of breathing. It’s all a mess. I’m climbing the pillars in my mind to see which one is closest to heaven. I’d like to talk to Jesus, I hear he’s great at listening, but I can’t bring the words to fall from my tongue. What if he doesn’t catch them?

It’s not that simple. Everyone is boiling over with some type of grief. That’s part of how the world takes and takes and takes and takes. I know you’re still unsure about it all. You’re still so wonderful, though. You’re a part of me. You’re in your head about the things we never did. You’re always acting like the world is over and maybe a part of it is. Maybe you’re just mad we never went to the ocean. -AMT ©️