s e r e n e
little kids on the shore,
picking up shells off the sand
then running off to build sand castles
that is innocence. that is far from reality.
how lovely it would be,
if i could stay here forever
my head clearer than water,
instead of being fogged up
instead of overthinking
about things that are so dumb
and i wished upon a dead star
that i could dance in the waves again.
-kat
