Intermission

rest my weary heart, that weary soul.

this blog was my love letter.
my poetry.
a goal.

until i understand...
an intermission is at hand.

no pictures tonight...
i lost this fight

to trust to hope
but you will live
and i will cope.

you must. i must.

understand when we no longer know eachother.
we will pass as strangers,
just another
person trying to live, trying to feel
with no regard to what is still real.

i used to love,
to inspire,
to play,
to be.

now i'm wiser,
with strangers laying next to me.

a couple days ago, the stranger laying next to me said...
"don't be sad that it's ending, be happy that it happened".

but this time I'm glad it's finally ending, and sad that it happened this way.

you knew.
thank you.

this is how the trip ends.