introspectivity. a poetry collection

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡

standing in the sun

humidity in the air

feeling so horrible,

yet so unburdened

dehydrated and tired,

but somewhat happy

the lack of oxygen

must be getting to me

I wanna feel an old lover's gaze

on my sunburnt face,

a glistening haze

of clouded emotions

I imagine a simpler time,

when I couldn't handle change

a divine sign

now showing me the way

the chaos of the waves

relates to me so sweetly

a fond memory

faded into nostalgia

so wonderfully miserable

and blissfully unaware

of the future ahead of me

I can't help but prepare

even though I'm stressed,

even though I try my best,

I needed a getaway

because I've become depressed

as I watch the sunrise,

I wanna get high

I wanna waste time

at the beach

when I disappear,

I wanna go here

I wanna get high

at the beach