I just can’t find the words.
There are words in me just dying to come out.
The words say something about the world being a lonely place, and this realisation is a step into being an adult. The words say something about not wanting to realise that. They say something about hope being battered in the early morning. They something about finding solace in the arms of an episode of Home and Away. They say something about finding a hat in a shop and thinking it is the best hat that has ever been made. They say something about buying that hat, and wearing it, and feeling like the best person in a hat that had ever been on the street, for a brief moment.
These words that are in me and dying to come out say something about the sun rise, and the sun set, and the ins and outs and the backs and forth’s and the vastness of the ocean. They say something about love. They say something about losing love. They say something about truth.
But I just can’t find the words.
