I love the ocean but I hate the beach. I feel out of place. I feel it used to be our place. A place we could run free. A place where we could just be. Listening to the waves crash down one on another just like our bodies crashing together. I may never go back to the beach. But every time I hear the waves it’s like I’m there again.
Streaming sunlight, what an intense, insistent lover! empty catamaran dances in it's sultry embrace, on the foam bed of gently rocking sea waves. The dark shadow of this union finds it's kind of fun swimming deeper, frightening fish roaming in pairs.
Pushing and pulling Reaching and retreating. You get where you want And then you go & fuck it all up. Coming and going Leaving and returning. Your so unsure of your needs and wants. Arriving and departing Inhaling and exhaling. This would be easier without a troubled heart. Setting Sail and dropping anchor, Have you made your choice Or will you hurt her some more.
People come and go, Like waves.... Sometimes they stay longer, Like big waves ... Other times, they stay for a shorter amount of time.... Like smaller ones That is why, You have to keep moving forward And try not to get too attached to them Or You will drown...