Sometimes I want to just hold you in my arms and tell you the greatest of tales by just peering into your soul, withholding words. I feel I can heal from all my hurt by just resting against your heart
You are in my soul and I am not ready to show you out. Whether you’ve come here to stay or not. We were made to flush the sea, aren’t we. Words have no need to be in this place of you and I.
If I had to make a memoir of us, I would have become a mermaid. She jumped in the sea and peered with her breath under water, to the long lost soul of her sailor, who is wavering whether to come in and be consumed by the waves or stand by the shore forever, captivated by the beauty of the unknown.