Life Is A Ride

I remember that night I left.

It is a memory that I play over in my head every day when the emotions come flooding back like a big tidal wave. It rolled over me like a storm and consumed every part of my being.

I sat in the darkness of the room; I sat there questioning myself if I was about to make a big mistake. That night I was not sure if it was the right thing to leave Lucas the way that I had planned.

I remember it as if it was just yesterday…

I have learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking a moment, and making the best of it without knowing what's going to happen next.

It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone, the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted for having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you be