I don’t know what I want from life anymore. I just want to be happy, more than anything. With this little faith that I still have and my dreams in my pocket driving forward, I’ll be happy. That much is enough.

A beetle
Staring me down
With its beady eyes
And it’s sleek black body
Becomes a reminder of that day.
I shout your name
And jump into the ocean
Hoping that the waves
Will swallow me whole
And I’ll tumble into the clouds.
The moon shining brightly
Creating a picturesque ending.
All encompassed in an insect,
So insignificant and trivial
Yet important in it’s own right.
Just like the past
How it was once relevant
But now it’s the present
And I can’t help but stare back
At this beautiful bug
Intently staring into my eyes
Until it gets tired of me
Just like the others.
Just like before.

Some days I just want to meet someone and fall in love with all their little quirks and habits. But other days I just want to be alone because human interaction has become difficult and awkward. There should be a balance between these two feelings, I know. But I can never seem to balance the two.