They said I shouldn't let the oceans take me, but we named this island. The other place is hell and heaven's underwater; as if it was a calling, bestowed into the lips of lovers, as old as ancient time.
Who would bear the ruins? if they all came up in my cold feet, my trails were long gone like a distant memory. And if I drown, it would be silent as the starkest daylight, and the only sound that I would make is the beat of my heart. Years might have passed but I always come back, shape shifting in forms, like waves meeting shore, a tidal current reaching depths and impossibilities.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 11:08 PM UTC
They said I shouldn't let the oceans take me, but we named this island. The other place is hell and heaven's underwater; as if it was a calling, bestowed into the lips of lovers, as old as ancient time.
Who would bear the ruins? if they all came up in my cold feet, my trails were long gone like a distant memory. And if I drown, it would be silent as the starkest daylight, and the only sound that I would make is the beat of my heart. Years might have passed but I always come back, shape shifting in forms, like waves meeting shore, a tidal current reaching depths and impossibilities.
