this mermaid is finding her voice
wanting to wake up in a new place,
with a new heart and a new song.
wanting to wake up in a new place,
with a new heart and a new song.
trouvez l'image icirolling endlessly over on the tide of this love, face white with fear, knuckles white with hope. there is no giving up at this latitude. there is only the merciful swell, the noontide sun, the sound of water on my shoulder, and holding on. there is only this, and the knowing, and you.
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...the storm...is always stronger...@ the surface...dip deeper...m'lady...
AND there's an albatross being battered about by the wind, high in the sky on alabaster wings....telling you that land isn't far,
love you and your broken bits and the broken bits that are being made whole once again.
Love,
Besterton
so shall we say "surf forward" instead? that sounds much more fun than walking.
word verification: pookee
finally! a word worth commenting about.
and there's probably a crazy cheering section on the shore dressed in classic cheerleading gear, not prepared for the weather, telling you that you can do it. ('yaaaaay she!!! gimme an s....')
thank you my ladies at sea, for all you are and mean to me. i will dive deeper. i will be made whole. i will hear the muffled seashore cheers from beneath the surface. i will make it.
let me know if you need scuba gear.....
by the way...miss you to smithers today.
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