…racing thoughts
…waves-
give me waves-
multiple waves-
bright blue, with tips of white-
just like the drawings on a painters canvas-
and let my stance be so strong, that the crash soothes me without fall-
and let my mind be graced with the freedom of freedom- until my thoughts return from their dive-
i hope they swim for a while- hell, i could get use to this-
this silence- this sound of a birds call, that I can actually hear- minus the hurricane of 3,000 thoughts-
this hope of love, uninterrupted by doubt- unbothered by fear-
this… this…
- shit- they’re done swimming- the thoughts are returning- all 3,000.
…wait, -what was I sayin’-
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