Wet Sand

Waking up in Deep Waters.

Indulging in the things that don’t matter.

They matter,

They matter,

The love in between the lines.

The blind eyes, deaf ears.

Tears separating anxiety and fear.

Waking up in the Deep Waters.

Feeling, needing and Breathing.

True Love,

True Fate,


Dreams we all wish to obtain.

These waters,

Deeper than the Oceans base.

These waters,

Blue and cut deep with every wave.

Deep Waters…

Deep Waters…

Take me with the tide.

Open my eyes to this World.

Show me a path I can walk without drowning.

When the mud feels deep,

Dig me out with a shovel,

Deep enough to reach this tunnel of emotions.

Clouded by judgment,

Hesitant to move,

In Fear… fear that the feeling isn’t reciprocal.

Eyes closed,

As the tide passes back and forth.

Take me back to those deep waters…


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