Short Stories

Sweet Nothings.

I whispered sweet nothings into the ocean in hopes to find myself. In hopes to heal myself.

I understand. I really do but emotions aren't about understanding.

I feel everything now.

I see everything, every detail. I hear everything. I am vigilant of all things now.

Nothing flies over my head anymore. Now everything is captured in my mind, in a process. Where I over analyze and revise. Over and over again.

You can't escape me.

I can't escape me.

I whispered sweet nothings into the ocean in hopes to forget you.

This was something I wrote while I was on vacation. I made plans with someone and it never happened. For the moments that I had to myself to think I spent it thinking of them and how messed up it all was. I wanted to forget everything. To erase it. To move on. But what difference would that make because I knew there was no possible way I could.

So I went to the beach, submerged myself , and screamed out everything I wanted to forget.

I let nature take care of it for me. It helped.