Nightly Thought- Trust.

You make me sick, but you're still a beautiful writer.

You were the lucky ones, the ones I never knew. The two. Save a spot for me, and I'll be anxiously awaiting the sight of our reflections lining up. You're the combinations I've only mused about.

I could spend the same words on you every day if they let me relive the moments they fail to describe. A heart of gold, a war torn vessel- I wish I had so much more to remember.

I find myself dreaming, longing for those that have braved the cliffs I can't. I know you'll catch me, but my instincts beg to differ. Break me down to my bare bones, until all that's left of me is swept over carelessly. Show me what it is to just be.

I just trust that this is the answer and let the questions slip away. After all, time has a definition like everything else.