Worry Breaks all Beauty.

Worried. Worried, worried, worried. That's all I seem to be these days. Perhaps it is because of you, perhaps in is my own anxious, critically impairing self. I can only hope that there will be some sort of assurance in the time to come. Some sort of whispered calm, a quiet moment that you'd be willing to share. Though I'm trying my hardest to keep my thoughts in line, my hopes under the bar I'm finding that it's much too easy to fall for someone as amazing as you. In the moments when the sun graces the sea I find myself alone, losing quickly the battle I've fought for so long. And as the sea laps at my pale skin I begin to lose your heart, perhaps it was never mine in the first place, but I had a hope and a desire I've never had before. I'll fight for your heart just as I'll fight for my own. In the end though, it's you who stand taller, stronger and with my heart and hope on your sleeve.

        The crumble of sand beneath me settles into the briny air. A sullen gull swoops quickly into my gaze and through the splitting pacific ocean. It's moments before the gull breaks the surface again, though it could have been a life time for me. Traveling back into the cool air the gull circles and leaves, it's fresh catch caught in between razor sharp claws. Claws I wish I had to escape these bonds, to rip and pull at the ropes that hold my soul to this earth. A cry split through the air once again and my eyes darted to the plummeting body of the gull. Thick red blood streamed from broken wings as he rocketed into the rock beach. His freedom and life cut down, just as mine would be. His love and life shot through, as my mind was about to be. As the thought entered my head the cold tip of a guns barrel presses against my temple. It's over, I was the gull. Bloody, bruised, broken.