Ocean | Peyten Conn
My thoughts are like the ocean, they push and pull me in deeper into a dark mass of nothing but openness and, out of nowhere, it just comes crashing down like a huge wave.
Engulfed in your crystal blue waves, entangled in your seaweed, I inhale your sand and lavish in your sun
I look up at the sun, the warmth fills my lungs and at last I can feel what’s been burning inside me.
Sitting in the dark, feeling the waves crash against my feet, slowly they take me under till I no longer feel the need to breath.
Running, feeling your sand under my feet makes me feel like I no longer need to look back and see the footprints I’ve left behind.
I’m scared to drown but I’ve always seemed to stay afloat, even when the waves came crashing down
The sounds of the swooshing waves drift me off to a place of peace, a place of silence, a place where it seemed as if couldn’t be touched.
Looking out at a sea that seems to never end, white clouds as far as I can see.
I look up and see all the stars, the sound of the waves distracts me from the silence.
