A google image result of water taken at the eye level of a swimmer maybe.
Your heart so far away from mine, it might as well be in the deep end.
When you connect with nature, something within you comes alive.
Slowly, they all got down on their knees and bowed their heads in silence.
I did not ask for sand all up in my ass crack. This is not the life I wanted.
I read something in the paper and it made me think about you. This is what it said: Our lungs contain 300,000 million capillaries. And this is why I thought of you.
I thought about pocketing every single sight, smell, and sound that seduced my senses.
“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.” e.e. Cummings
It is strange to see you here, old friend.
It’s an abandoned drainage sewer, but inside the network of tunnels there are supposed to be ancient, cult ritual markings all over.