Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

Some days I’m the ocean. Some days I’m the ship. Tonight, I’m the lighthouse: at the edge, alone, and burning. -Vasiliki

The ocean is beautiful. But it’s also unforgivable. Within seconds, it can turn against you.

I decide I like the ocean, and I like cigarettes. Because I… I am also unforgivable.

They can disappear so easily, camouflage themselves to blend in with their surroundings, and that’s all I’ve really wanted in life.

“We’ll cross paths again, Sawyer. Life has a funny way of throwing people into your path when you’re meant to collide. It’s up to you to choose to make it permanent.”