If you ever come into my life, please don't bring me to the ocean. You are already inviting it, and adding more memories will only drown me further and remind me of what I've buried.
If you enter my life, please don't ask me to watch the sunset at sea. I no longer find beauty in it, and spending time watching will only drown me in its glare.
If you tell me it's not the ocean where I buried my memories, please don't oppose me on this. All oceans are the same, with beauty and vileness that are equal, and what I buried will be destroyed by its waves. Everything about the ocean is concealed.
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From The Pages of My Soul
PoetryA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart.
