One day, I want to wake up by the ocean and find a pile of seashells next to my head. I'll use those seashells as a reason to keep on living; keep on being myself. I'll strand them with string and put it around my neck if I have to. I just need some sort of proof that I am 'okay' when really, I've got nothing to offer except for my sympathy and my apologies. I'm not that great, I'm not that kind of person who will go to great lengths to see something temporary.
But life is only temporary.
But then again, 'forever' exists. It has to. It just does. I'll keep looking for it, and when I do?
Then, I'll have something to offer.
For now? I'll keep doing what I'm best at doing.