A.

I never understood writers.

I never understood how writers gathered so much of their thoughts to create novels, volumes of stories.

I never understood those that write word after word, verse after verse, novel after novel..

until i began to write about the ache i feel as a result of losing you

I never understood breakdowns.

I never understood the powers of tears that could push through perfect composure...

what kind of power must thyself feel in which pain transcribes into harsh warm tears that can cause a storm to take place..

i never understood such pain until i realized the magnitude of my decisions..

I never understood how one can see images through music

Memories... dull memories that lost their light because they used to cause so much joy..

the right lyric, alongside the right rhythm can cause a strange phenomenon

Your heart begins to mimic the melody, you nerve endings begin to sense the discomfort the pang of resentment and anger because you know you cant blame anything on anyone but yourself..

I never understood the significance a place can hold...

at the end

Because through it all, you never thought that place meant anything..

then you find yourself subconsciously existing there...

hoping maybe.. they'll be there and by chance you'll catch a glimpse of what you've loved and lost..

I could write a million words describing i miss you breakdowns i've experienced that were triggered by songs we used to sing together at that place you loved so much that I didn't really care for but only recently began to love almost as much as i'll always love you simply because i know how significant it is to you..