That day it was hard to differentiate the sea
from the sky,
and I thought that maybe
the sea WAS the sky.

And people have been
entrapped
by the sea for so long
because, without knowing it,
the ocean was our very own
taste of the sky.

In reckless abandon we found it
and in reckless abandon it will return.

Perhaps when the sun hits the seashore the air turns into the stars
and the sand seeps into our hearts
by utter necessity;
that being the only place uninvaded.

Maybe the day ends in an impossible paradox of
sky inside of sky
and that's why we find it so romantic.

Perhaps we are secretly yearning for this world to be the lie
and the sky to be the truth,
hoping that if the two can kiss then

two humans both too broken to see can fall in love despite the fears.