I just cannot be the moon that grows trees.
The light that shows the animals the way.
The day has come for me to walk, and I just want to run.
I know this is not correct, but there is nothing else.
The tress no longer bring fruit.
The stars no longer make me sing.
This is the only way this could be.
You will never know the struggle of me.
The list is long, and the pen has run out of ink.
The road is calling me, and this time I am going to take that train.
What have I done to you?
What did I do to hurt you?
Why are you mad?
Why are you leaving me?
Look at what you have done to me.
These are the questions that run through my mind as I watch you sink lower and lower.
I will never be able to hear the answers.
Yet I will still have questions.
As you are slowly disappearing so are the dreams I want to tell.
The story has finally end, and I am starting to see the end.
It is starting to feel true to me.
I still do not believe that this is true.
I love you.
I love you.
The three hardest words to say.
Yet with you they fall off my tongue.
I have written these words before, but I never meant them with love.
This time with you all I do is say them with love.
I am thankful for these words.
They have given me the opportunity to be the person I have always wanted to be.
Now as I lay here looking at the rising sun all I can think about is that I love you.
These words will never grow tired.
They will only deepen the wound that my heart held for so long.
Once again, I must say that I love you for the rest of my days.
Another year around the globe and yet nothing has change, but everything.
The love that once surround you is no more.
The place that you used to call home is gone.
The people that made you are no longer hear.
Friends have come and gone, and yet you are still smiling.
Thought it hurts that some calls will never come.
Your future is shining bright.
The shell that you used to carry on your back is starting to break.
31 years to this life and now it starting to feel complete.