The touch of a sea

 A strong tide of thoughts and threats

 like that of an oceanic trench.

 Only miles away a peninsula seams ahead.

 All my nights looking through the twilight
 descending my temporals on the ground while not being able to understand
 why my blood was red yet my skin so pale.


 Under my eyelids I discover visions only I can get
 Happiness of seconds that if speaked,diazepam intakes would be on play.


As I take sand to my pocket
I whisper to the wind "When will I be here again?"


I cried to the moon if she could let me stay in the sea forever
but she couldn't answer.


The pearls that were hidden on my left hand had dissapeared
turning to dust and oil.

All peace that waves concerned became too violent  
screaming for me to leave.
But I just can't seem to runaway 
the sprinkles of water made me powerless.

I just wanted love from the night and the comfort of the skies.

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