Still Counting?

Yesterday could not have been more perfect. This morning I woke up from a dream, frustrated. I tried reading outside and my writer's block came back. With the writer's block came the bad habits. Well, one of them anyway. My favorite.
I wish I had something inspiring I could write. Or anything at all.

Begging You to be My Escape.

I think the ocean is what I need right now. I need the waves to carry me away for a while. I need my heart to stop beating so fucking fast.
My mind has been racing at night (who really needs sleep?). My dreams have been difficult to wake up from. My hopes used to have limits.
A day in the sun is all I need to burn away those excessive thoughts. A day with my best friend in the entire world. A day to just be.

Stranger.

A month ago, I wouldn't have told you a thing but something inside me shifted and suddenly you were there.
You said something today that struck me as incredibly beautiful, something that could never be produced by my own mind. Trying to figure our the secret, the promise, the story, you told me to that if I needed someone to tell, I should find someone who thinks I'm too good for this world. And by telling them I would prove them wrong. Then, in their eyes, I would belong on this earth. Maybe even I'd belong here in my own eyes. I just have to find that person.
I'll be starting the story. I can't promise anything good but it'll be better than nothing.