they are both sincerely bad with boundaries, a flaw that they both admit is born out of their desire to be closer to the other.
the clouds daring to run its fingers across the icy blue. we call this a thick marine layer. we say that the fog is rolling in. but the sky is just caressing the sea.
and the sea doesn't mind.
the sea billows towards the lofty sun, and crashes loudly. we call these waves. but the sea is in a fit, willing to collapse within itself, willing to forgo the embarrassment to get a little closer then before. and they sky does not laugh or ridicule the seas attempts.
it welcomes them.
1 comment:
Amazing Stacey! I wish i could write like this! Super good!
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