Sometimes I look into my lover's eyes and I find the seas in him. He's got mysteries as deep as the salty water itself behind those eyelids. His glare etches me the memories of the storms he's survived and I often find myself floating on those sparkling eyes, sometimes even trapped at the bottom. And every time I look at him, I drown in his sea of stars like a sailor greeting death. He is my sea, and I am his sunken ship, slowly dissolving into him to be lost forever. My lover is the sea and the sea is my lover.
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toxic proses
Short Storya collection of short stories (a series of unfinished thoughts). mostly, the adventures of my fictitious best friend, who means the world to me, partly because she's my own creation. © eur0pa 2015
