Open waters maybe difficult to navigate and scary at times, but the beautiful shimmer of the nautical lights at night fill the visual space and squeeze out the horizon; even for a moment, mingling the extremities of the world is what beauty does, but just as sure as the sun will rise there will be a moment where the vast plane of voided yet opportune space will present itself. This is the crucial moment where the crew must work together to steer towards the unknown in order to maintain mutuality and encounter the same experience with reciprocal fervor.
I do not know and it does not matter, but maybe you set your sail against the tide for a reason, or maybe the wind simply caught you and charted you away from my arms; a reason, nonetheless, that has pummeled our existence and left us holding onto our own in open waters, reaching for whatever piece of wood that drifts by from the wreckage; grasping onto the life saving memories, I ponder this reality and understand that I will eventually let go, I must let go in order to survive the breath of existence.
I do not believe that people act without thought, but I do believe that people fail at times to think when they act. Something that I am no stranger to and so it seems neither are you. Maybe you were thinking and maybe you were not; it does not matter because what was the present is now the past and we now have to chart our own course from here. I love you. I loved you, but I cannot love myself any longer if I continue loving you the way that I do, the way that I did.
I want you to know this: nothing that has emerged or has yet to come into existence can erase you from my mind or from the pulse that fills me with energy. When we were together, even over the vast planes of our physical existence, you filled the air that inflated my lungs - the air that traveled through my veins in order to energize my body - the air that fueled my thoughts and upon exhaustion was exhaled from my body. Particles of you still fill my airspace and will continue influencing my movements, but with time they will decrease with time. However, no matter the amount, I will cherish the subcutaneous feelings that emerge from sustaining breaths of memory.
