you are lying in the water with your chest up to the moon, halo hair diffusing throughout the entire ocean.
where do you want to go? you ask.
over there, where the ocean sparkles the most, i reply. my finger is raised away from shore and away from me. follow the sweep of my arm and the crash of the waves. a puppet in the typhoon.
storm clouds cover my heart and the moon. the ocean grows into a roiling inky black mess. i swim back to shore without you and do not mourn at your funeral.
☆*ヾ+☆
based off a trippy dream i had that im still thinking about
