My name is Kai, short for Kailani. High tide at the time before dawn is the ungodly hour at which I thrive, swim and sing softly an aubade for the coming sun.
kai, kailani, you are:
the rocks that the ocean beats against that would not move for the world; paper hearts in the hands of children who know not what they carry; mansions left abandoned in the woods for the ghosts that choose to live there; the cat who lives in our neighborhood and follows those in need of comfort; “this is what the gods are envious of. limbs, tangled, chaos in motion”
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