The first sound is of a bright crashing
The Sea, again, gritting rock into sediment.

I think that he is lashing out against God
for separating his blue from Sky

A whisper is the second,
The warmth of an enveloping gale.
The Sky’s attempt at consolation
Or perhaps an endeavor
to send the Sea’s prayer within a wave

A canopy of trees form a million tiny suns on the sand
They do not weep,
because they do not share in this hue

Penance,
My bludgeoned form
This flesh to save one other,
blue

I am stricken by the scent of salt
I know that we are the same

oh so you think you can borrow my knives and play the fake offline game? aight ♥♥♥♥♥

I will lead you to Paradise.

I've owned you since 2015 :)

im pointing the way

+rep perfect team leader