the great white whale of contentment eludes me
a space to craft new memories and repurpose old ones
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they are a sea of surging words
i’ve been dreaming of a seamless existence
finally the landscape is laid out before me,
my entire trail snaking and weaving out over an endless frozen sea
the night stars stick to us, we feel the weight of other worlds
she sleeps in the shallow shore waters. the rip current is her lullaby. i’m searching but its a full moon and the tide is hungry.
the ocean was what made me think of you. it always seems to.