But we trod grapes and paddled on, Through a neap tide of Sauvignon, Drowning our disappointment in drink, Above a pale octopus poached in its own ink.
Castaway and stowaway using another name, Fantasies swapped on the website that we blame, Until in the blood-black sea we agree to give it a try, And I wash up in the morning beneath my mother's palid thigh.
I couldn't care less about "Inspirational Quotes" I don't need to be told that the present is a gift or what the best thing about rock bottom is or that only I can stop forest fires.
If I was to write one myself, it would have less to do with landing in the stars, and more to do with how much better you could see them if you had the eyes of an octopus.
See, Octopi have such phenomenal eyes. The spectrum of color they see makes our own look like the ****** box of crayons you get at a kids restaurant. Whereas an octopuses, would be the beautiful, 64 Crayola pack I always wanted as a kid.
If I ever went blind, I think I'd get octopus eye replacements. And yeah, I'd probably look weird because they'd be too big for my head but can you imagine how strange and incredible it would be? And it wouldn't matter how I look because how I see things is more important to me than how I'm seen.
If there was even the slightest chance, of seeing though the eyes of an octopus, that's reason enough to be alive.
And if I could take your life or your perspective, and change it even a bit, that's reason enough too.
So look through the eyes of an octopus.
Can you imagine the stars?
This is one of my very favorite poems that I've ever written. Can you imagine the stars? ***
I'm so thankful to have such an understanding and loving character by my side. Even when the wrath of the tides within me show, he listens and answers with healing words. He always brings a smile to my face.
I want to kiss you at the end of each night and the beginning of every day, I wanna be there so you can see me smiling at the things you say.
I want to be there, acting ridiculous. Awkwardly laughing as I realize I'm being recorded. I want to be there again, waking you up to be embarrassed with that terrible video... I want to be there... next to you.
some oceans drown you with their storms, they fill you with salt and seaweed, and you are kept forever at the bottom of the sea in an uncanny calm where an octopus lives and breathes in the place of your lungs
and some people are like those oceans, so deep and dark and they drown you in their love and lies, and you are kept forever in the darkest place of their heart, and when you breathe, it almost feels like there is an octopus in the place of your lungs, ******* the very life out of your soul