I’m
not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all
locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking
on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right
back inside.
And maybe we flow with rivers of
tears when we say goodbye for the last time because water is
the source of life and salt is what preserves us- a reminder
that we will live after this. Oh, how gloriously we will
live.
I am a
living paraphrase of Ophelia. One day I’ll drown because
the moon in me waxes and wanes so painfully and I can only
breathe so long above the
water.