I awake by a vast ocean, with nobody but myself, and sand between my toes, some times.
It morphs into a forest, or a home, or a void, and I fail to know which. Some times
it becomes a person, and they say hello. I fall into their embrace, some times
crying, because I cannot be hurt again. There is no pain like the one I feel some times
when I remember pinning her down, crying and begging for her to remember me. But I only recall some times,
and other times, I worry about that person, who I only am some times.
I wake up as her, the one I missed the most, and maybe she forgives me. But I will never forgive myself, for some times
I worry I have gone soft, but I have to be impenetrable no times.