…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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