sometimes I get lost.

I asked myself tonight "where am I?"

I am lost.
I looked up at the stars for a sense of direction.
My answer was beyond the stars.

I killed something, something beautiful.
I destroyed it with my bare hands.
My stupidity led to me getting lost, then killing this amazing, and beautiful something.

Every night since Ive killed it, my dreams are haunted by it.
When I wake up there is a pit in my stomach.
I read an old letter today and cried out "What have I done?"

The part of this story that really makes my stomach turn is that I dont know if there is a happy ending.


the feeling of regret has never attacked me like it does now.

I am sorry.

Things are changing.