I cry like the waves giving themselves back to the ocean. Pulling everything under until they are heavy and gasping for clear air. I hear people say my mood changes like the wind which steers my tears. Transporting my energy into something that doesnt matter. Your voice travels through me and I recieve it, just more muffled than how it was sent. I too swell
in response to a distant storm further within myself. Creates a hole I cannot escape from. You took advantage of the wave to carry yourself away to somewhere warmer. Calmer