I miss the beach, the waves,
the force pulling me in;
rocking me back and forth,
soothing,
or standing still;
allowing me to exist within.
If I was not so afraid
of it's brutality
and fish
I would let the water put me to sleep,
run into it's arms,
shoulder-deep,
and intertwine; melt.

The oceans cold wipes my tears,
oh but why does life feel cold, so cold.
Why won't the sea let me float, 'till my lips turn blue?

© Anni