Our stories are driven around the human connections we build and lose, through the entire time of our living here.
We unfold into characters we could ever imagine making us proud and sometimes also ashamed of our choices.
This perennial noise mutters away the sense we could find in the lapping waves.
who whisper the only life we crave while we stay
and it fades as we run away
into the darkest corners
we keep in secret.
The inherent good will never invite you, my love,
into the terrible comforts of the deepest dwellings
where I have begun to belong.
Because I love you more.
I love you more than myself. So, I fear losing you to my depths.
And even though this darkness
resists, I still crave your lights through the crevices of the windows I shut,
hiding your vision,
pretending to cut the string
you and me, and
I sleep everyday
Imagining I am home
to you. And, my head rests in your lap.
I feel your delicate touch through
my hair and scalp.
I surely do know
this is the life
the waves whisper.