I want a house on the waterfront.
I’ll probably live alone.
I love hard but love can’t seem to find me.
I always want the things I can’t have.
I’m trying to understand…
Am I drowning or learning to swim.
With so many waves crashing into me.
Is the ocean my home or my escape?
It feels like bliss and freedom.
It feels like something I’ve always wanted.
Something I’ve always needed.
There’s something in the water
Calling my name.
Or is it just in my head?
Does the water feel the same?
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