It's the feeling of blue washing over you, that blue is the mysterious mingle of splash and surf foam; lulling and crashing. The jade, the cobalt, these words can't explain this blue. It is one that erodes you and makes you whole again. The sky above you, your heart pounding out of your chest and the air the air the air is blue, fills you and empties you with the blue. The blue takes you, you are one with the blue and the blue becomes you, whole. Breathe in the blue and breathe it out.
So you drown, listening and watching the sea but then the blue takes you and you rise.
These days I crave the sea, I'm drawn to. I want to be taken by it.
(You cut me open and I keep bleeding...)
My sock has a hole in it.
If dreams were really the way your subconscious tries to fix things then....All those little K's are certainly working hard.
[Aside: These days I'm addicted to the thrill of the surf, the wake and the foam. Obsessed with the rise and fall of the board to meet the blue wave. The pull of the rope, the moment when you can stand firm and the whole ocean is in front of you. The cerulean sea, and endless sky. The kites overhead scanning for fish. The breaths of brisk fresh air between the great splash. And my whole world afloat.]
Don't do this again, please.
Should I cut my hair?
(You can hear fire crackling. Before it consumes you, the smoke will devour you first. You can't see anything in the first few moments, but the heat takes you before you even know it's coming.)
It's so fucking cold, you greedy bitch.
breathing it in
but oh, how I wish I could just breathe it out