something ancient awoke in me last night
and I have nothing to say
it feels just like it—
the wind moving through the trees in the pitch darkness
the sparkle in the winter air at midnight
yes,
I am many things
but mostly,
I am in love with you
YOU ARE READING
sat by the ocean
Poetryphotos are not mine!!! caution: chapter two has an image of a real animal skull. just in case anybody would be uncomfy! (continued onto Laying By The Ocean)
