Come You, my heart want to feel like summer, come sun, come saltwater and seashells and beating hearts. You, with the gentle kindness, a slight breeze, energy and warm feeling like, home. You who would make me feel like summer, inside. —Where are you?
My heart lies there like a rock on the seabed waiting for someone to pick it up.
I like to find the gentle touch and smell of violets, at the same time a rocksolid gaze that could cut through my counsiouness like pieces of glass. Breathe. Under water.
