And I waded through sea
with waves so rough I could barely see and
And I read sad things
In grey skies
With dark eyes
That made the waves rougher
And my breaths quicker
And again I could barely see and yet still
And I drank to calm the water flowing from my eyes and I laughed
And I cried
And again the waves
And I waited
And now it’s calm and
I can finally see
And I am done waiting
and it is sad
But I am free and now I can see the shore
And it turns out that it was always right. There.
Just realized I have never truly cared or been passionate about anything in my entire life (sans other people). That’s just crazy.
As a woman, I feel like the only thing people care about is that you’re pretty and if you’re not, they just dismiss you.