The frowns that was caused by everything but that wondrous creature are now caused by nothing but that wonder somehow.
I dived into the ocean and drew the promised path
Grew the orchids and ripped them off my skin, organized the dead stars and ripped them off my eyelids and the half dead butterflies were buried because I ran out the shivers down my spine that they used to feed on. The taste of disappointment is bitter and has a very strong aftertaste. Enough of the nonsense and more of sanity.
I am the seaweed, but I am the ocean as well.
I'm not what belongs to you. Never did. Happily never will.