time is everything.

1.20.17

1.20.17

I was riding a calm, gentle wave.

Floating, tranquil. The water was almost plush rippling over my skin.

Then roaring waves came and suddenly the water wasn't so serene and I was screaming at the top of my lungs.

The waves carried me with them and I felt the rush of the rough, livid waters scratching my skin.

It felt like I was drowning, my ears filled with words of unspoken promises and a future I craved, and suddenly the waves weren't so bad.

I needed them. I was dancing with the tide, drowning in the feeling of you.

What filled my ears soon came out of my mouth and I was yearning for more.

When the waves left I waded my arms trying to recreate the feeling of the foam washing over me, my clothes sticking to my skin.

When they came back I needed more. I wanted the scars from my scratches to be filled with salt, just so I could savor you when you're gone.

Now with salt in my wounds I'm drifting in peaceful waters.

But I can hear the rip of the next tide against the rocks.

- ( b.i )