august

You’re something like a bright star, shining bright above the world while everyone sleeps. I stayed up every night, admiring your glow, wishing I could be as bright as you.

You’re something like a favorite song. A song someone loves so much that they’ll sit in their room for hours just listening to this one song.

Us. Our two souls, separated for years upon years, then collided out of nowhere. Without a second thought, I began talking to you. Something ignited in me. Something like the flame of a match in a dark room.

No matter where I am, the guilt follows me. The guilt of my past decisions, the guilt of the people left behind. The weighed down feeling of all the mistakes in my past. Knowing I can't go back and change it is the hardest.

Yearning is a feeling I feel quite often. Sometimes I can’t even put my finger on what I am yearning for. There is always something I feel a longing for.