Elucidating Questions

I’m still just hanging on this cloud on your every word.

Every word I see is what makes the days worth living.

Will you see me?

When I wander across the line without a plan without knowing exactly why or where or what.

Except I want to see the beach. I want to see it.

Will you see me?

Could you see me?

Sometimes I wonder if I’m just a ghost or if someone would really welcome such a mess with open arms,

But I just want to go. I will lose my mind, if I have to stay in this box.

I went from the person who never breaks promises to the one who breaks them left and right but the need to be anywhere,

Anywhere else.

Wanting to feel something solid, yet not solid. Something somewhere.

Can I hope to see you?

Maybe we can start again.