you

I’ll love you into the quiet sea
something he’d never say to me
a horrible ugly creature we’d together be

I can’t capture my thoughts in photographs.
I can’t capture my ideas in paint, oil or crayon.
So I capture little moments in words, hoping to convey the meaning that is my life.
small and inconsequential, yet a vital insight.
I spend so much time thinking, so much narration in my head goes on.
And maybe I’m hoping to capture this struggle, and make it to the end with words.
Words are so beautiful, multi-faceted, how I loved them so.
You can create anything you want with the right words.
I’d dive in hoping never to come back, lost in a dream, in a fairytale, something other than me.
You can see the dark contrasting colors in my cranium through my words sometimes, I fear.
Only when I am dark and deep and contemplative, I am not me, I am my head.