A Place for Dreams

It doesn’t matter.

Those words. They are easier said than meant. And it strikes me as a cop out sometimes. Because once you say those words, that’s it. Conversation over. Moment ends. And you walk away.

But what if it actually matters a lot and I want to stay? Not just stay, but also matter. I’m sure it’s my fault. That somewhere along the way, I got lost in the past. Went astray in some haunted house. I must have allowed myself to enjoy this hopeless feeling. That must be why I keep digging up these bones. There’s no life here, yet I’m alive.

The corner of the room is where I found you. And while I cannot have you, I continue to think that if I just stay here, then the moment will change for us and I’ll believe in something that’s opposite of reality. I know it’s easier this way. Because I can just say “It doesn’t matter..” I’ll just stay. I’ll just stay here. I’ll just stay here with you.

-Amanda