Bleak eyes
Staring out across an ocean of unfathomable truths and thoughts long lost and long forgotten to the tides of time's evermarching slog through hardships and procrastinated struggles
And as cold winds sting these bleak eyes that I can no longer recognise, they sting without remorse or a care in the world.
I think back to my solutions of failed plan B's, I'd just bottle up these feelings and I'd cast them out to sea, but they'd come back with the sea foam and come crashing over me
But even if this frothing boiling melting pot of ideas and shameful desires that I call my own were to break apart and spill these most private of innermost secrets, I don't think I'd find it any easier to open up.
And words that I had wished to share for so long would simply be lost
Like bubbles in the sea foam
and slowly
washed
away.
