water in its ever churning, ever flowing cosmic circuit always rushes back to its source. like its circadian current, my tears fall into the caked sand beneath my feet. "you foolish child" the ground spits "why do you water the weeds that tighten around your chest?"
even love can carve scars in flesh they are etched into me like the fissures in the earth. my hope is a bubble newly blown not meant to bear pain. slowly, my heart begins to fracture like the glass forged by mighty worker hands of the sea. skillfully, delicately crafted but fragile so easily shattered
in the scent of the sunrise memories flood around me in a salty breeze.
the sweetness of a strawberry candy pink popped onto my tongue before dipping my toes in the water
the laughter that bounces off the dunes ecstatic as the mother sun splashes over an ever-expanding horizon
the thunder from burning tendrils of flame intertwining as a new star bursts into existence billions of miles above our heads
it's the oh-so-massive, it's the oh-so-small.
with a gentle caress of incandescent waves washing away the last strips of plastic-- an abandoned pool float.
i'm carried to the expectant bay where stillness rests a veil draping the golden sand.
"this is not your paradise. not the numbing tides that fill your lungs with water. it is the shore where you can drink air and be a l i v e"
"breathe breathe in the words they speak."
"they may just save you from drowning" "from floating
when golden rays blossom, sunflower petals unfurling in my veins. and the scent of honeycomb and bubble bath swims in the air molecules around my head
because i know the desperate, aching feeling, i know the melancholy aroma of a whispered goodbye
sitting in the static silence, our stifled giggles were left hanging the dark room. it seemed that night would never be wiped away by the breath of dawn
because we were alive in that moment: we were butterflies beating our wings against those silken cages to the pounding of our heartbeats. young souls trapped in eternity. intertwined in our own ticking clocks. our own fold in the quilt of ever-expanding time.
but what was the breath of life is swept away in a last murmur of stagnant air. i feel so warm, like a blanket of starlights are shimmering from between the gaps in my ribs. but i feel so hollow, because your arms loosen their grip around me.
i know the throbbing, the aching. i know the heart-wrenching and rhapsodic and and lingering echo of a whispered "goodbye"