i understand if you're confused. you think i can understand the ever changing waves of emotion the ocean I have for a mind drowns me in everyday. but i don't even know the tidal patterns or why the exoskeletons of all the people I've loved don't wash ashore and still crowd my waters. The ocean of the world is a puddle compared to my mind but here lately it is entirely too easy to let myself drown in it without a complaint instead of crying out with dull words on a page that don't really mean anything to anybody. the water has soaked my bones and I don't really remember how to use my fingers for anything else but tearing away my own pruned skin and placing those happy words on my tongue so they come rolling out every time I open my mouth. I don't know what I'm feeling so don't drown yourself trying to figure it out.
