I am not a girl destined to be at ease with water
When I was five, I almost drowned
and maybe it scarred me for what seems to be my whole life
I like the bright sun
The sticky, salty air on the beach
The fishy aroma inhaled during the day
I like the colours on the giggly girls' cheeks
The blushing of the apples
The bronzed, sun kissed skin
I like the sound of the waves
The fishermen's whistling
The small coffee shops overlooking the sea
The laid-back, casual conversations
But I was sitting there on the boat
Just slightly below the surface
The blue so blue it bled my eyes
The grey so grey it blinded my hearts
If all of these things are to be found only at the sea
Will happiness ever find its way towards me?
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