I’ve always wondered.

What, you expected a more complete statement?

I’ve simply always wondered, and still I don’t know.

It’s supposed to be okay now; it’s alright if I tell, but how could I? After everything? After her? After so many failures, I sometimes question if it even matters.

I had a horrible dream this morning. Terrible—nightmarish, even.

I was told… I was promised…

I look back and forth between my two ‘options,’ but they’re seeming to fade and wriggle like a mirage—it’s hot out, isn’t it?

I know I know nothing for certain. I know they can’t explain it for me. I know I have so much time—but what if none of us really do? Who’s to say?

If I promised you I’d give you the world, could you believe me? I’m not sure I would even fool myself.

So many fish in the sea—true, but there’s more plastic, more garbage. When will the seas turn to acid? Are they already?

It’s something like a puzzle—not the fun type, more like the type that’s had a few pieces stolen away.

I could write about love, but what do I know? People say not to trust stories, so I trust nothing.

I wonder if I’ll ever know.