I ran down the shore
as the knifes crested near me,
never reaching the shore
that I stood upon.
For I don't want to drown,
I want to breath.
crimson stillness isn't my
sunset..
So I run, out of breath..
but the shore line is further now..
No waves will wash over me this day..
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
I ran down the shore
as the knifes crested near me,
never reaching the shore
that I stood upon.
For I don't want to drown,
I want to breath.
crimson stillness isn't my
sunset..
So I run, out of breath..
but the shore line is further now..
No waves will wash over me this day..
