This is not like other nights
This is more
But how to describe a sea of feelings when the words don’t flow?
When the words are somehow hard as rock and weigh it down
But you can’t just pick them up
and let them skip on your sea
How do I turn rocks into fish?
How do I give them fins to swim and gills to breathe?
How do I make them part of the life that fills the water?
Probably the same way I mark the paper with the mind and soul of me