My hair looks and feels so pretty right now in the sunlight. I wish someone was here to see it.

The Optimist

Just that new one that turns out to be the old one. That same one that wrote “Best Friends Forever” when we where in primary school, and the next that fell short of answers in our prime, the next that left now distant, the other… a prayer for him. I never had a true friend. Just glimpses of my life evolving with each one to tell a separate story.

My heart’s never lonely, but sometimes my eyes.

At least the optimist is around.