Message in a Bottle that I hope will be found.

What I see in a picture is more than what is there. It’s not projecting, it’s seeing the story, the emotion, it’s seeing what has been captured in that moment.

What many will see in your image is your kissable jawline and your strokable hair, your ears with this unique look about them that makes you more beautiful, your eyes that appear so tired and serious, your mouth that barely smiles yet kind of does in your way and the posture of a confident man.

I see so much more then that, I see a man carrying more than he needs to on his heart and a soul that needs more oxygen to breathe. I see sadness and pain dancing with hope and desire. I see the love you want to feel for yourself and love you are too scared to give to others. I see a hint of attachment that links you to someone else and a hint of grief you feel for yourself.

I see you in these moments trapped but I don’t see all there is to see. I see how we are similar yet so different. I see a man who deserves to be loved like a God but will settle with just not being alone. I see that you can feel happy when you feel safe but safety in what’s expected may be what has drained you.

Seeing your image next to mine makes me see something I wish wasn’t there and it’s not a bad thing but how on earth can someone like you make me look beautiful just being next to you. I am not stunning, I am just me, so how can this even be?

You will always be a stranger because this world grooms us to stay in our lane but what if we don’t and what if we decide for once to choose our true fate?

What if I need to end for you to begin?

🐦‍⬛

PS: My grammar is terrible because I can’t stop crying.