Vacation.

I just saw the most breath taking photo. Doing things I shouldn’t be doing caused me to see this photo. Heart sank.

Sank deep into this pit and then shot right up into the throat. Oh how sick these moments make one feel.

Happiness was in hand. Then you, I saw you. And it all fell apart. Why am I struggling so hard at getting back my heart. Why.

Circumstances have it that a stadium, a book, a bed, a statue, a shirt, shoes, many pairs of shoes remind me of you. That is why. And truth be told there is so much more than those things that remind me of you.

All those vacations you’ve gotten to have. And all these vacations I haven’t gotten to have. I hate you for being so beautiful to me. Please just get out of me.

I want to go where you’ve been. I want to go where you haven’t ruined.

The things I had felt lately had nothing to do with you. I had been loving forgetting you. Once again I am thinking too much of you.

I was learning to love this city again. Now I don’t even want to feel it’s air on my skin. All because of this one breath taking photo by you.

You and your vacations.