It drags me under
Then
Spits me up onto the sand
My lungs filled with seaweed and water
Burning
Making it impossible to breathe
But panic isn't an emotion
Its a friend
A familiar presence
Because the ocean has done this
Far to many times
For me to be surprised
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
It drags me under
Then
Spits me up onto the sand
My lungs filled with seaweed and water
Burning
Making it impossible to breathe
But panic isn't an emotion
Its a friend
A familiar presence
Because the ocean has done this
Far to many times
For me to be surprised
