I worked quietly that day.
When you turn to face the sea,
you look into the face of vastness in its entirety,
and a place you simply can't reach.
And I feel everything so mightily.

I worked quietly that day.
When your thoughts drip and drop into
visions of your old friends, and what they were once like,
until your mood is flooded with memories and moments
that one day will be washed clean anyways.
And I feel everything so mightily.

I worked quietly that day.
When you're laying naked on top of my naked body
but there is what seems an entire ocean in between.
And the thoughts come rushing again,
what if he were you instead?
And I feel everything so mightily.

I worked quietly that day.
The day you realize that this is all real and now and happening,
and anymore and you could easily drown.
Today the clouds in your mind open up to reveal an open space,
and you are flooded with all of these things you can't control.

And I feel everything so mightily.

But I want to feel none of this entirely.