I am no tidal wave
I do not crash onto your skin
leaving behind a salty sorrow
I am a puddle of dirt and pond water
my hair smells of the ocean
it rubs off onto me
from the tidal waves I swim through
but I will not rock your boat
I will fill it with leaks
I am no tidal wave

let's take off together
to where the horns and the bustle
blends the screeching of our lives
we'll feel the most whole we've ever felt
being assembled brick by brick
caressing the faces of buildings
the grout sticking to my toes
the body of bodies, never slowing
wearing down what I once was made of
the city has already been brought up
so we're infinitely building ourselves

There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.

Oh twisted stimulus,
****** of the soul,
you flood me with colour.

I spill out across the world,
being everywhere,
existing nowhere.

Once I've emptied,
I am void.
Incorporeal and numb.

Like mist in gale,
I am rushed,
into endless sky.

Notorious chemical,
beautiful chemist,
I am lost in your constellation.

We build our own cages.
We construct fences around our souls.
We scribble on the walls.
We believe this makes us free.

The world can terrify.
But there is nothing worse
than not experiencing life
for the fear of hurting.