Oceania

I listen to your soul and it plays in low octaves like a violin.

You’re like a candle in the wind with a flame in my dreams.

Sometimes I dream that I am drowning in you.

That you’re my water; my ocean; my sea.

Your soul is like a trench.

Your heart is like an ocean.

Your mind is like the sea.

You are a permanent ocean wave crashing in the waters and sometimes on the shoreline.

Sometimes, I start thinking to myself that I’d rather drown in you.