Billows of waves pull me down deep.

All my sorrows were soaked in brine and taken out far, far away.

For a moment, in the offing, I saw my old self.

My existence was always in a state of flux and now the tide, graciously so, has brought me my current self.

and it’s in these gloomy days where i find the most peace.
contentment at it’s best in still skies,
quiet clouds glide cooly through a gray space big enough to hold this sadness and comfort it.
a soft call echoes and flies off,
carrying away any worries,
though briefly, still appreciated.
i am at peace.

foolish.
broken.
irreparable.
sad.
lost.
tired.
afraid.

like saying '**** time!'
it's taking too long to heal these wounds.

this pain.
this sorrow.
it will ceaselessly exist... as long as i feel.

she was sophisticated.
classy.
billows of smoke surrounded her,
like the admiring eyes filling the cafe.
every movement more graceful than the last.
she orders another cup and smirks.
though it seemed like she had it all together,
she was just as undone as the rest of us.