Some days are like the ocean. We sit. We cry salty tears that slip into the crevices of our mouths and make us remember the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. We rock back and forth and it’s not because we’ve gone crazy, it’s because we’re in a rowboat out to sea. We sing old sailor songs and eat grapefruit candy because you once heard that citrus prevents scurvy and I couldn’t find any limes. We slip together and become one with the water, the night sky above singing us to sleep with its plethora of stars.
I had a dream that all my thoughts and fears and hot wheels were mashed haphazardly into quesadillas. I tried showing you them all. But it was hard to detangle the metal from the melted cheese.
Sara
I'm flowing under bridges and flying through the sky,
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Let me flow into the ocean, let me get back to the sea.
Let me be stormy, let me be calm
let the tide in and set me free
I want to drowned, in cold water
pt