as the seasons passed, i called your name.
the ocean is at peace in the morning.
the push and pull of happiness and sadness rips me apart from the inside.
someday, i will board the ferry, and greet charon with an obol and hopes of a fool
i never fail to cry when it all ends.
sorry that i am not going, but i don’t want to ruin your day just because i’m feeling gray today.
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
gone in the oceanflowing, mounting pressuresa fish swims away
these memories — apart — fall — please — silence — darkness — slipping —