Let It Be A Sweet, Sweet Sound.

   - 14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes  by Doc Luben

I want to leave and go somewhere far enough to see everything that I left behind vanish from the distance that I created in between me and everything else. There is no place for me to feel strong or satisfied in the midst of weak relationships. I know people who’ve left for places with more sunshine, more water, and more opportunities. A beach…..that should suffice. A breath of the fresh, salty air cleansing my mutilated mind is one of the little things I could find if I ever wanted to depart. I’m a puzzle piece trying to fit in a keyhole. I should eventually embark on a journey to find exactly where it is that I am your perfect fit, your missing piece, or exactly what you need. That is when I’ll finally realize I’m where I should be. If everything that I’ve left behind seems to suddenly reappear, then I’ll travel farther away so no one would fall into a trap just to reach for me. And maybe, I’ll t