Novel Series 1

I wake in the morning to the smiles we created. My bliss rises with the sun until I remember that you’ve never met me.

As my faith in you dissipates like the morning fog, my hope for the day plateaus.  The words of my brain start their cyclone of uncertainty.  Their anguish at what has been left undone.

The words are bleeding through my fingers when it’s time to sit.

But until then, they are lodged in a nest, left to rest until I find the perfect combinations of thoughts and feelings.  Sadness and yearning.  Optimism and struggle.

… allow them to crack open the things I could never say.  And that which you wouldn’t understand anyway.  After all, why would you care?

You don’t see this.

We have never met.