letter · new years resolution · prose

blue boy

X,

Where are we going? Where have we come from? Nervous laughter, passing interest, past heartache. We try to forge ahead; ignore the truths lying hidden within our hearts. Outrun the past. Propelling ourselves with longing toward the moment it would all go wrong. Oh, how it would all go wrong.

But that was why it was right.

 

Yours,

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s