I Was The Life And She Was

I Think I Need To Face What I Could Have Been In Order To Understand And Accept What I Am.

I Can’t Even Think About What Life “could Have Been” Like In Boston, Without Crying. It’s Like Deja-vu, I Don’t Think Me And Boston Were Ever Meant To Be.

It's Not The Job Of This Town To Make Me Feel Happy. It's Not This Town´s Fault That I Don't Feel I Fit In. It Doesn't Matter Where You Are In The World, Because It's About Where You Are In Your Head. It's About The Other World I Inhabit. The World Of Dreams, Hope, Imagination, And Memories. I'm Happy Up Here, And Because Of That I'm Happy Up There Too

Two Lost Things That Had Survived The Seas And Arrived On A Coastline. What Did They Do? They Implanted Themselves In The Sand And Grew Into Trees And Lined The Beaches. Sometimes A Lot Can Come Of Being All Washed Up. You Can Really Grow.

Most Of All She Loved That When She Hugged Him Her Head Would Rest Neatly Just Below His Chin, Where She Could Feel His Breath Lightly Blowing Her Hair And Tickling Her Head.