Can you see the struggle now?
Like two opposing forces fighting for air
We hold onto this rope
Tugging and pulling
Funny thing is,
I didn't even know I was fighting
Until the night I opened my eyes
And found my heart dieing

No oxygen was getting inside

You see,
You were never one to share

You said something about surviving and that you loved me
So, I freely gave you my air
After all, I could take it
And isn't that what lovers do?
Lay down their lives for one another?

Yet now I find myself in the midst of a tug-a-war
Letting go would mean never saying "no"
It would mean barely breathing while you bask in a breeze

No,
You were never one to share

Oh, how I loath this struggle
It's such a waste of time
I would much rather be hugging or staring at the sky

But I must breathe

You said you loved me
But I ask you,
What kind of love is this, when you know without oxygen no life could possibly exist?

We all hide, you know
We hide our wounds
So no ones sees

We all wear a mask, you know
And I'm about to take mine off
They tend to crack and sometimes even hurt

It's scary how one can be so naked,
Yet still be wearing clothes
But it's comforting to think
Maybe someone out there doesn't mind all your faults

Maybe I should have a shield
Just in case others don't understand
It might get heavy though,
When I have no pockets
Just these hands

But then, a shield isn't very different from a mask, is it?

Who's that staring back in the mirror?
Why is she so familiar to me,
Yet so strange to you?
I could have sworn we'd made peace a few months back
So why are you trying to start a fight?

You know, I see you too
And all the things you do
I see you've got rips and tears
Your exterior isn't so new
We have this in common
So have you made peace with your reflection too?

You see, I've got all these memories
I sort through them from time to time
But when you're around
You trigger something in me I don't like

You pick through
And somehow you manage to find the one card
The one move, that could mean my demise

I know you can't tell
But you don't play nice
And this game,
It isn't so fun anymore

This is a mystery wrapped in strange beautiful words
And if this is a mystery, why not find it out?
If we do,
And later discover it to be nothing but a rusty clock,
Just like the others
Will we wish to have left it unknown?
Because that way, it would have always remain a perfect mystery
Our mystery.

Intro

"The push of being different, the pull of wanting to belong."

Once upon a time, there lived a girl who loved the sea. She spent most of her evenings walking by the shore and looking out into the darkening sky. She wrote poems on the sand; tales of unlived romances and far away dreams. Until one evening a bottle with a note inside, washed up on the beach. It read, " I've read all your stories and dreams. Now come live them out with me. Sincerely, The Sea."

And so the girl got on a boat and set her sail. By getting lost she found herself.

These are her stories and her dreams.