yearning

as the seasons passed, i called your name.

scenery

the ocean is at peace in the morning.

sea

the push and pull of happiness and sadness rips me apart from the inside.

charon’s ferry

someday, i will board the ferry, and greet charon with an obol and hopes of a fool

cliché

i never fail to cry when it all ends.

sorry but i’m feeling gray today

sorry that i am not going, but i don’t want to ruin your day just because i’m feeling gray today.

pearl

crafted with the sound of fear, of ocean waves and salty tearsthe oyster reveals its treasureburied in its ugly exteriorglimmering with a dim lightin the middle of a velvet night

summer

summer relaxation.

gone

gone in the oceanflowing, mounting pressuresa fish swims away

fragments

these memories — apart — fall — please — silence — darkness — slipping —