So lonely baby, I get so lonely I could die. And I can’t stop thinking how much I find myself in the words below. So scared of being scared of something that comes naturally.
“I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her.
She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it is. I think that’s why she always struggled with God.
And I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.
But sometimes it’s those things you can’t touch that you need to hold on to the most.”