The bright orange sun dances across his skin.

As the rays skip behind the cotton-ball clouds,

his sharp blue eyes grow wide

searching the waves that form the horizon.  

 -

His forehead wrinkles three times

following the peak on his hairline.

His lips part, ever so slightly,

forming a thought that I’ll never hear. 

 -

Gliding over the water

He has only one thought on his mind,

Fishing.

I have only one thought too…

 -

Damn,

I am so lucky.

this                                                        shit

                                 is

                                                                                                        literally

                                                    where                 

         I                                                                      am

                          right      

                                                                    now

          can’t

                                                                                              accomplish  

small whispers leading me to feel it erupt please let go because i’m ready i’m so ready these broken hearts this bleeding trunk i could close my eyes and let the waves wash roll smother smother me it’s bigger than me it’s bigger than you i’ll wait we’ll wait but come on it isn’t really enough, is it? driving past driven past i’m a ghost and nobody knows taking baby steps small steps in a set step step step ready to go eruption ready to roll stop the sound swim good baby swim good