Palm Trees. Swaying in an endless breeze.
On an ocean. How I wish I were there. How I wish my life were simple.
But it’s not.
And I’m not there.
I’m here.
In an abandoned house. Lying on a mattress in a blank room.
With a framed palm tree paradise.
This was my worst nightmare.
Being alone.
Without anyone.
Without he.
He who created me. He who made me who I am. He who changed me.
How I wish was with him. How I wish I was in his arms.
But I’m not.
And I’m not with he.
I’m here.
With some palm trees. And no he to comfort me.
Without he in this house. To bring light with his laugh. To bring hope to our past.
How I wish there was light. How I wish there was sound.
But there’s not.
And I’m left in a blank room, with some palm trees.