She asked who I was
Just a grain of sand in your world darling.
– The Sincerest
She asked who I was
Just a grain of sand in your world darling.
– The Sincerest
sliver in your mind
. . . All the cracks in your mind led to this place. I could never see more than the faint outline of swaying trees behind this plexiglass sliver in your mind. . . - The Sincerest
Tangled you stumble
How are you able to survive the life you have been given When your heart hangs from a string. Tangled around your feet you stumble. But you seem so very humble. What has caused the passion for the pain around you? Let me fill that dark void with the stars from my sky. Maybe the light will guide you and illuminate the hanging arteries in your chest. This is where you heart lie, And here is the piece of you I find.
He loved, she loved what she never had.
Let me tell you a story.
Paint your own picture as you will
view this story as you see fit.
I just hope this makes someone feel.
(Him) It is not simply enough for you to be there for me, I need you to love me too.
(Him) You’re used to running so much that once something is right in front of you, you don’t notice it. because you think it is going to hurt you like everything else has in life. You do not let enough time pass with something new to know if it will or if it will not. It is not simply getting into a relationship with someone and then leaving because you think things are not working or are not going to be how you imagined. How do you know they will not be the way you have imagined? The possibility does not even exist when you give up on something so soon.
(Him) All my life I have been the one to pour out everything into relationships showing my utmost loyalty and respect, trying to be what I can be and do what I can do to keep the one I admire in my life. But in the end, someone always walks away. And I always have the same question of why. Why is that the ones we love and want to be with end up leaving, and never coming back around? All I ask is that you stay, and we can both work through this and be each other’s strength. A strength I Have not experienced. I have always been afraid to say this or say what is on my mind. But then I met you, no fear in my mind or heart about you. So, I have built this courage to say what I have always wanted to say to someone, maybe it is not courage. maybe it is the fact that you are the person I am to be with, and me saying all of this finally makes sense. Because if I would have said this to someone else I would not have met you, I would have never found this courage to speak my hearts mind.
*Girl runs back to him hugging him, she is crying and he is in shock that it worked. *
*Girl lets go of him, looks into his eyes, and turns around to walk away. *
*He stands frozen in time, not able to grab for her hand as she walks away. *
(him) All I wanted to do was to grab her hand and not let her go, but as soon as she turned her back she took my courage with her.
(her) He was broken and hurt, understanding and respectful, but I could never bring myself to introduce him into the hell I live in, he does not deserve that. And I would never want to hurt him years down the road.
(Someone else) But he was willing to understand and wanting to understand you, he was the first person that listened to you and cared for the smallest aspects of your life.
(someone else) so you just left when you felt your heart beat for him, knowing he was everything you wanted
(her) *thoughtful look, as she carries on with her hobby that he had supported. *
You use to answer the door within 10 seconds of me knocking. You answered with excitment, a gorgeous smile, and a kiss.
Now it takes you 3 minutes to walk across your 500 sqft appartment, and greet me. By the time the door is opened your back is turned heading the opposite direction.
This is when I noticed I was no longer part of your life.
– The Loyal One
Please connect iPhone to iTunes < < >Please choose a date you'd like to restore from.< -----November 1, 2014 6:34 PM Western time----- -----March 15, 2016 9:47 PM Mountain time-----*****Reset*****
November 1st 6:34pm —- 7 minutes before I met you. How do I remember this? Because I was sitting on the beach in Santa Monica with some friends watching the sun set, waiting for you.
March 15th 9:47pm —- This is the moment you asked if you could go to LA for a week, to visit a family you use to work with.
In November little did I know I would fall madly in love with you.
In March little did I know you would fly away to visit
a foster family that had held a special place in your heart, and a guy from your past.
If I could go back, what date would I chose to reset? November a day where I could just walk away. Or March the day I could have said no, I have something planned for us this week.
Instead I will let it play out, I knew you had been wanting to see the foster family you had worked with, so I will slip the engagement ring back in to my pocket, and wait for your return. . .
All I want, is to talk with you. talk with you before the earth tilts and reveals the lumanince of the sun. And long after the sky becomes littered with cosmic glitter.
All I want, is you to rememeber my name. the name that would so delicately roll off your lips.
All I want, is for us to talk like we use to. long letters, handwritten passion, the detailed explanation of a dreamy composition.
All I want, is to kiss your cold lips and catch the breath as it evacuates your lungs.
All I want, is to hold your hands, and pray with you. To only pray that I may have you in my life once more.
Something has consumed my mind with the thought of you. I cannot seem to cleanse any mental image without your name appearing.
I am not sure what this means. But I will continue to pray for your and your boyfriend. a prayer of peace, comfort, growth, and love.
With my sincerest thoughts I will maintain the attitude of keeping my distance and respect the reality of the “I want mentality.” For I respect relationships and do not see to destroy what is loved.
Longing for something I want. . .
Signed the Sincerest.
2143hrs; 8.4657° N, 13.2317° W
Laying on top of a white Land Rover Defender, beneath natures canvas.
This is what has struck my passion for travel and discovery. In this moment I recognize home is not state side. Home to me, is a word that has little to no meaning. My family will always be with me in my heart and soul, but my body will never have a continuous place to lay. For I enjoy exploring and not knowing what is around the corner.
This incredible night is a night I will never forget. Feeling the cool breeze drift across the ocean, and the heat trying to escape the city. It was an interesting feeling when the air clashed above my restless chest. Watching the stars perform a well thought out dance, you could smell a nearby fire in one of the small villages outside the city.
The emotion, smell, sight, and memory will fade but never be forgotten. This memory is what sparked my curiosity. My curiosity for what lies around the next corner, my curiosity for languages I do not understand, cities I do not know and food I probably should not even test my life with. But this all drives me to understand. . .
I use to call you my ocean, primarily because it was your name. But realistically you shared the characteristic. Vast, silent, deadly, gorgeous, mysterious, deep, intriguing, captivating, ferocious, breathtaking, dark, bright, clear, emotional yet powerful. One of the only things I have ever called breathtaking. Sure lots have sailed the ocean and viewed the ocean. But non have been as lucky as I. To be covered but never drowned, captive but never afraid, held but never crushed this is why I call you my ocean. So many shipwrecks I do not know of, but I will search them out… To know my mysterious Sea… At first you hit me like a 20 foot long wave that was 10 feet tall. 410 tons of force crash upon me. But now all 1.37 billion cubic feet of the ocean has crashed down upon me and claimed me as a victim. There is no wreckage or ship to be found. For I was a swimmer lost at sea, comforted by the whispers of the sirens, and rocked to sleep by the waves. I did not want to go back to shore. Here I now lay pulverized by the sheer weight of what love was, i have been caught in the waterspout of the powerful heart, pushed to the bottom of the ocean and am now the fine sand under your feet scattered across our world…
The story of a boy in the ocean.