Save me ocean. Save me salty air. Save me cool water from the warm sun. Save me fresh fruits with wine and cheese. And they do - every time, without fail
im walking over a bridge again, i throw myself into the water, i can smell the sea— a hint of pine tree musk. someone had thrown themselves over the bridge and i had gone in after them. i carry them on my back and wade my way to the deck near the shore. i dont know what im doing there - why am i always near the sea?
