the ocean, the air
two huge things
quite without end
the ocean
mostly unexplored
an insanely big thing
not quite substitutional
the air
letting us breathe
helping us to live
not quite indispensable
both
the ocean, the air
setting me free
making me smile
and letting me be
the freedom
always comes within
bound to settle in
quite addictive
the thoughts
circling back
to the memories made
by the ocean, in the air
the unbeatability
when you're in a plane
seeing all from above
far far away
the hug
and when all around you is blue
and you don't know where to go
but at least you move
the ease
floating through the undefined blue
seemingly weightless
nothing pulling you down
the laziness
watching it all
passing by
without having too much impact
to what happens
the serotonin
filling you up
when the engines start
bringing you freedom
the emotions
flooding you
catching you like a wave
and the question is
do you surf or drown?
I feel like I need to sleep,
flying through the ocean,
at an uncontrolled speed
with no idea where I'm going.
out into the blue.
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babysteps.
Poetryrandom thoughts that enter my head throughout the days which need to be written down to keep me from getting too wrapped up and now I wanna share them.
