his soul aches, and
the swallows guide me to him
when he checks the sky at night
it’s right there where he left it
clinging onto the mist of misery
we’ll dance under the moons breath

we follow each others silence without incentive
i'm impulsive in reaction to pulsating lungs
i could never sacrifice this non-existing moment
tears run through rivers
his lips leak that it’s alright
and that we are flowing

he is an old beginning
whispering wishful words that arch my spine
we are unaltered in time
silk skin crafted by the clouds
open eyelids pierce through chests
he left me lost in a familiar world

it started with

a distorted kiss

intending on innocence

but as he was gazing

my heart lit ablaze and

nothing could save it

but him

I am a rock at the edge of the ocean.*

I am standing.

I am a rock at the edge of the ocean, and I have survived bitter winters, surrounded by frozen waters and melting summers engulfed in the airs sweat. Yet every year without fail I still transcend into spring. I am engraved by each and every form that grazes my surface, and I am still standing.

In the sunlight I absorb rays of temporary hope and in the black of the night I reflect the moons delicate face, with her eyes fixated on the rough exterior that surrounds my soul. I blush with a grey stone coat, overwhelmed by her attention. I fluster, but I am still wedged deep beneath the sand. I am still standing.

I am shelter for all of those helpless creatures underneath who long for safety. I am a gateway for the droplets of rain searching for home, I let them trickle down my spine until they find the mystic blue they have always dreamed of. I am standing for them. I am standing for you.

I am a rock at the edge of the ocean.

I have been touched by its still waters and washed over by its forceful waves, and just when I believe that I am drowning, mother nature guides me above. My granite heart is pounding and I am gasping for life to enter my lungs as I rise from its salty essence.

Realisation occurs, I am still standing.

I have been ignored and admired by passers by, I have experienced love and loneliness. Sometimes my thoughts near convince me that I am crumbling and decaying into the grains below my feet, professing that I belong in the quicksand. But thunderstorms don’t last, and after the thick of it I will remember that I am still standing.

I am not just a rock at the edge of the ocean. I am me and I am you. I am not just standing, I am everything I’ve ever imagined.