Seasalt
Today I thought about the beach:
That feeling of slowly sinking in the sand
while staring ahead at the horizon,
yearning to find a love of the depths
and not the shallows.
Not getting stuck in a sandbar,
then plummeting down,
but floating along,
keeping your head up
in the comfort of the arms
of someone you trust.
The smell of sunscreen
and salt water.
The texture of slightly scrunched
and sundried hair,
keeping a wavy shape as it
falls past your shoulders.
The rush of falling into the water.
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A Manuscript From Midnight
PoetryA collection of passages (most are sad) that I've written late at night when my brain decides to go into crisis mode. Enjoy!
