the oceans in your eyes
rise and swell
salty water drips down my bare back
we gasp for breath
you're drowning in your sadness
and i'm drowning in your beauty

It's not the enormity
of the tragedy
that marks you
a survivor

It's taking that next breath

THAT
*is survival

we are breathing the same air
we are looking at the same skies
we are living in the same world*

but why are our hearts are not beating in the same rhythm?

©IGMS

I fell asleep as a wave crashed,
Water from the sea of glass nipped
My toes. When I woke, the world
Seemed strange; The same yet
Smaller. Perhaps as a note in
A bottle; words written by small
Hands and sent off with wish
Of such grand adventures.