the noir canvas of the sky
is freckled with pinpricks of light
and the artificial shooting stars
of out-of-reach airplanes.
the biggest light of them all;
the smiling off-white of a full moon,
ricocheting off the ebony ocean
as soft waves stroke the shoreline.
there's something so electric
about the possibility of a moonlit ocean;
i could let luke-warm saltwater kiss my bare skin
and be swallowed by its dark depths.
because the sand beneath my feet
is my comfort zone,
and the shadows of the sea
is everything i've never known.
maybe i'll jump in,
maybe i won't.
how will i know if the prize lies in drowning in safety
or swimming in fear?
eventually i'll realise that happiness and perfection don't always come hand-in-hand;
sometimes you have to let your heart be content with an imperfect reality,
rather than waiting for a flawless illusions to be awakened.
but for now,
i sort of like the bittersweet taste
of being somewhere between land and sea;
somewhere between what is and what could be.
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Small Talk
Poetry❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
