Ocean Blue Wrists

N O A H

oceanic memories
海般深邃的记忆

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THE SUBURBAN CITY and the rainbow bridge floated on the distant offing, sketching a define horizon on the cerulean blue welkin that was a dull, blank canvas. the wild blue yonder melted like saccharine caramel, dripping its radiance into the broad arms of the ocean.

the ripples of the waves that shadowed the zephyr were just like how you set my chest aquivering gently. once the breeze kissed our freckled cheeks and insatiable love embraced us. your seraphic visage was lightened up by the gaiety of your smile, so tender and gentle it seemed. but a light gossamer-like mist was hiding the verisimilitude beneath the depth of your eyes. you were refraining.

as my gaze lied upon the ripples of the crysalline water, i still do think that it signifies my beating heart for you, but unfortunately insouciance was carved into your calibre too deeply until it intoxicated your rubious lungs like thick ominous smoke brimming within and your heart was dyed into melanic with no sign of the familiar shimmering luminescent light left.

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the heavenly selkies told me smithereens of hearts were lying below the sea just on the cold seabed, sleeping themselves away this summer to divulge the thalassic's profoundest secret and eschew from the bourasque that would never subside in reality. perhaps there they would find inner peace among benthos and sea creatures, the colours that lightened and brought life into the dull, palatinate blue ocean.

but i knew the broken ones were on the verge of asphyxiating themselves, depriving their lost bodies of air and filling lungs with a plethora of water.
honestly, i did not want to be like them, asinine, fragile... dead. i did pity the ones who have seeped too deep into the rivulets of love, drowning into infinite lust and not being able to return to the shore.

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saline seawater ebbed away from the luteolous sand, though the salsitudeness still stings the end of my elongated eyelashes. then wave tides crashed against the rocks in asphalt, never once gentle. the touches of watercolour blue evident in grey skies comforted my soul.

i remembered the sailing argent diamonds that once glowed just for me and him, but now, only the sight of a solitude shadow casted on sand.

since when did crimson sunsets stop bleeding its ravishing colour onto balmy seas at dusk? since when did the palettes of the thalassic fade into a monochromatic vision encased by hues of black and albedineity, blinding humans' eyes? since when did cruelty penetrated the wind, blowing away the ashes of him when once its coaxing softness lied against our porcelain skins?

❝I CAN'T SEEM TO RECALL THE DAY WHEN EVERYTHING WAS STILL THE SAME. ❞

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