sinking ship. i built the ocean around me (in the bathtub) when i was five years old. i dreamt of being a pirate, wanted to run off to the navy like my father, but you called me a sea monster, a weather phenomenon. i want to see the world, i want to hold something without breaking it.
i found home in this survival. salt-stained tears leave me and there are no words to stop them. but i will swim to keep myself above water;find me somewhere out at sea in the middle of thunderstorms and devastating waves.even the rain lets me hold it before it leaves.
love me like the ocean loves the shore. sometimes hard, sometimes gentle.retreating a bit to let me breathe, but never too far, never for long.