there’s a moment in the day
when the sun is at its brightest
it reflects of the ocean
like a mirror that is blinding
but you don’t really mind it
because it’s still beautiful
it hurts to look at it
yet there’s no looking away
right then and there, you know
that you go through your life
being a masochist
that you don’t care how much it pains
because at the end of the day.
that shiny thing you wanted
you paid the price for it
Back to myself 