soon.

xciii.

̶ ̶ xciii. I CAN NO LONGER BRING HIGH TIDES.

eventually, you won't be wrapped around my ankles. 
soon, you'll find me watching as you drown away the heavenly body into the palms of your hands, creating schemes of colors untouchable of anything less than adoration. 
one day, i'll find myself swimming around inside the memories of what we use to be and falling asleep to the hope that maybe i'll wake with you by my side once again.

you,
you are the ocean.

and even though i'm still digging my toes into the cold sand, i still admire you from afar as you grab on to others ankles and pull them in with the beauty of how effortless you are.