i sit here on the window ledge- staring at the sea below me, listening to those around me.
i find it interesting how every move that's made, the waves follow.
you eventually see how the wave ends, but you can't help but to think of the impact that was made.
i see the depth of each wave, it's a beautifully coordinated agony, pure heavenly chaos.
i can't help but to feel as if i'm intruding the ocean. would this agony be so visual if i weren't here?
although, there isn't visual agony everywhere.
as from where i sit- the ocean is currently mirroring the sun. it seems like the sun is staring directly at me, though i've never been uncomfortable with being stared at- so i'm not complaining. the gold contrast is making me feel strange but relaxed, a false high.
its like i'm the only person alive.
all that's left is me, the waves, and the sun- we remain in pure heavenly chaos.
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my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
