Hi.

Meet me where the sun rays paint the mountain ranges with life’s most beautiful hues. I’ve caught the clues that this is as small as I’ll probably ever be. I live a constant barrage of nightmares stealing the light of my dreams. I rarely feel as beautiful as I try to make others feel about themselves. I rarely feel as warm as the sunset. Maybe my skies are just way too cloudy. Maybe my waters are too stormy. Maybe my hurricane season has extended. That’s probably why no lights dance across my night skies. That’s probably why there’s no one here to meet me. There’s no beauty to be found in the shell of the man that I want to be. There’s no colour in the damaged man that I am. Every sunset with me is bland. What is there to look forward to? No relief from the hardest days. I guess that’s why no one cares to sit with me and look past the immediate towards my horizon. What potential promise can be found if everyday is gloomy? My waters choppy. My self love non existent on some days, and fleeting on most others. When was the last time someone felt at peace at dusk with me? I’m sure my eyes don’t hide my pain. I’m sure my hands shake too much when holding space for someone else. I’m sure my voice is too shy when it matters. I know that in the bigger picture that I definitely don’t. There’s no peace in my sunset. Like I find peace in mother Earth’s…