Emotion runs deep, in the face of the sea. The waves come in, wash me clean, but the shore recedes and takes my dreams. I have lost them, caught in the timeless reverie of touch and goodbye. The days anchor into months fallen, forgotten. But each moment remains, silver breaths in the dead of winter.
I reached into your drowning, and felt your heart through mine. Our sorrows were one, after I was reckoned. I misunderstood and played into dreams not meant for me. I made them my own, and it changed my mind.
I never saw you as time cut us into pieces. We were tiny and flung violently into the farthest sea. You fell into me, but I could no longer see… It was hard when the days told lies and truths entwined. It was a feeling long lost and left behind, only to come into my sacred longings, and break me...again and again.
These violent and beautiful schemes and means, how does the human heart surrender into such folly and reckless demise? It was everything breaking into nothing, the moment I fell. The ones I came to cherish and care for were faces lost in the deep, wandering forever and aimless in my memory. How could I touch them there.
There was no rhyme or reason for love to abound in souls no longer your own. Sometimes I fight, and in the depths of my costly sorrow, I yearn for a time long gone. The debt unpaid, it wears into my emotion. It is always there, bringing me to serenity, and setting me captive and free.
One day I will awaken, no longer steeped in the sea of beauty and perfection. These burdens and dreams will no longer be mine.
