Texting Satan

If you asked me who i am, I'd probably forget to tell you my name. Instead I'd tell you that my eyes are brown and I'm taller than most. I'd tell you that I think the sky looks too big at night and not big enough in the morning. I'd probably explain that has something to do with the fact that I wake up with every intention of flying and go to sleep knowing my elbows haven't sprouted wings yet. But don't worry because I'll wake up hopeful again tomorrow. And if you were to wait around a little more I'd probably tell you that I lost my mind around 3 years ago. Would you be kind enough to help me look for it? I'm not the type of guy you'll be able to forget about in a moment because; I am the guy holding his elbows when watching the ocean. I am pulling the stitches closed and wincing against the saltwater on my scars. I am not afraid to look in my opal-reflection, but I’m not ready to face it just yet. Because i am the guy building sand castles during high tide, the one running into the waves fully dressed. I am breathing in coral and starfish so that when i come apart, at least my insides will be beautiful.