An ocean. Blue and inviting. A beach. Golden and soft. It's where I'll be waiting, wandering, longing; skimming the surface of the waves, forever in between two paths.
Swim with me to a little cove, I'll guide you and lead the way. The water is clear here- you can see your toes embedding the wet sand. No secrets here. We are shaded, hidden, no one will find us- no one can see. You can be who you want to be.
You dip your head under the water- the salt will sting- piercing your eyes- overloading your mouth. That's when I'll come closer- closer-closer...
Until we disappear.
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Ponderings and Poetry
PoetryThe thoughts and ponderings of a twenty something that wants to make sense of this big bad world. Lots of the poems and descriptions focus on mental health and depression.
