Naturally, I am invisible.
A single gust of wind and I find myself—
Shaking, drowning, and gasping.
The tides of the sea are a ferocious beast.
They grapple me and pull me.
The water fills my lungs.
And I lose my breath indefinitely.
Sinking into the coldest depths.
I touch the sandy bottom.
It feels at home here.
...
I belong here.
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Whimsical Poetry
PoesíaJust a collection of poems I make on a whim! (Most of them are either very romantic or very depressing...)
