I can almost feel my lungs constrict at their own accord. Hoping to understand the waves that crash onto the shore of your eyes. The sand that flows down your cheeks ever so effortlessly engraving your emotions. Your hands reach out like vines, trying to constrict my movement. They are harsh but then i drown into your ocean and I feel at home again. Ignoring the thorns that dig roughly into my arms. Ignoring the searing agony everytime one of them finds shelter in my heart. Focusing my undivided attention on the way the sand glows in the sunlight, and the water becoming almost holographic.
December 6, 2017
YOU ARE READING
Aggressively Distant
شِعرRiddles aren't fun if they are burnt out too soon. Enjoy the game. I know I will too.
