I am completely surrounded by myself.
Wherever I go there is no one but me.
I am the ocean soft, white, frothy loftiness. Loveliness.
Sometimes I am a sleek plate of shiny dark glass. Solid and Unchanging.
Other times I roar and rage, an urgent destroyer.
I run fingers across my cool surface, letting water swirl around each digit.
How long will the calm last?
Beauty can be ugly when accompanied by fear.
I feel a pull to save you but I am too far away
You cannot reach across the sea.
I long for you and me.
Written November 2, 2010
Inspired by a letter I found to Ike that I wrote June 24th, 1997. I was almost 20 and was studying abroad in London for two months.
1 comment:
that's a long time to study a broad.
HAHA. just being silly.
This is cool. Mushy but firm.
And there's not enough use of the word 'digit' these days, so extra points for that.
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