the harsh truth slapped me, i opened my eyes & we can't be whole, we're scattered to pieces

it moves with us, it finds life & when its tiny magic fingers touch us, we become the reason to hold on to life dear ocean; when we smelled it, we held on to that little baby smell that we never wanted to leave. all the good things about you are hidden in that scent

we walked along the rocks for nearly an hour & i caught the way you looked at me in the sunlight

by the end i felt like i could throw, i would throw & up burning hot coal