Waves crashing in front of him. He wasn’t sad. He was thinking. Looking at the infinite sea. It was his sweet escape.
“Stay with me.”
He was talking with the wind. He was smiling as his eyes poured down. Then he looked up at the moon beside the clouds. It was nostalgic. He was walking down the memory lane. Grabbing each piece of his heart. But when he came to the end, some pieces were missing.
Then reality hit him. That sometimes, you just can’t fill the spaces you’ve given. No matter how long you’ve tried.
“It’s still beautiful.” He said.
“A beautiful incomplete.”