Beginning to End.

I tried to sum up the way I'm feeling into words, and I can't.
I can't make this into something beautiful.
Beautiful drowned in glass bottles.
Bottles you pressed to your lips.
Lips that scarcely move in wonder anymore.
Anymore nonsense would be too much to ask.
Ask, but expect nothing.
Nothing is worth giving into.
Into the airwaves.
Airwaves contain my feeling.
Feeling lost carefree in its vocabulary.
Vocabulary is redefined when the words lose meaning.
Meaning doesn't matter anyway.
Anyway to get to you.
You always were my rock.
Rock until day breaks and never a second longer.
Longer than I should let this feeling stay.
Stay around, for God's sake; I need your help.
Help: something you forgot how to ask for.
For days on end, I'd give for no return.
Return to me the person I used to know.
Know that everything could be okay.
Okay, if you let it.
It could set you free.
Free feels fine when you're home.
Home is found.
Found somewhere you least expect.
Expect more of your life.
Life is meant to be spent alive.
Alive.

Sometimes I wonder if you really are.