alright.
nothing better to do on a friday night but drown my sorrows and lonliness in a sea of serenity where i am the only girl. the most beautiful. the most loved. the most secure.
my raisined, skinny fingers brush my saturated locks- swishing them back and forth through the lavender filled water while i look up into oblivion. creating waves in my stream of consciousness. creating waves destroying my small world.
i can feel my pores drinking and allowing the sweet scent to invade my bruised and battered fascade. i'll be alright.
i'm always alright.
i cross my legs and arms to submerge my whole body in the four by three feet vast sea. but it only allows for so much. well, not so much. my knees still act as islands. and the tiny, prickly hairs on my bony joints are the trees. water drops look like diamonds when they follow the beaten path of my home grown trees.
following tiny tears wept from the sea that found themself on my knee. my body rises. drops are skimming up to my thigh all the way to the plain of my stomach. my flesh seems to go on for miles. my scars are memories (for better or worse) that marked their place on my life. on my body. my bruises (emotional and physical) are just bumps along the way- there, but not for long. it's alright, though.
it's always alright.
the once too warm water becomes too cool. it changed into something i don't want anymore. like you. you were once so wonderful, beautiful, magical. you were something i never thought i would have. could have. but that beauty and magic quickly morphed into a darkness and hopelessness that i wouldn't want. couldn't want. you tried to pull me into this new world but instead i brought myself out. i left you. the destruction. feeling thousands of individual beads roll down my flesh as i bring myself into the blanket of cool air. warm drops of my own emotional sea mix with thousands on my face. my chilled skin. it's a shock. i don't have the comfort of the sea. i don't need it.
i'll be alright.
i am alright.
my raisined, skinny fingers brush my saturated locks- swishing them back and forth through the lavender filled water while i look up into oblivion. creating waves in my stream of consciousness. creating waves destroying my small world.
i can feel my pores drinking and allowing the sweet scent to invade my bruised and battered fascade. i'll be alright.
i'm always alright.
i cross my legs and arms to submerge my whole body in the four by three feet vast sea. but it only allows for so much. well, not so much. my knees still act as islands. and the tiny, prickly hairs on my bony joints are the trees. water drops look like diamonds when they follow the beaten path of my home grown trees.
following tiny tears wept from the sea that found themself on my knee. my body rises. drops are skimming up to my thigh all the way to the plain of my stomach. my flesh seems to go on for miles. my scars are memories (for better or worse) that marked their place on my life. on my body. my bruises (emotional and physical) are just bumps along the way- there, but not for long. it's alright, though.
it's always alright.
the once too warm water becomes too cool. it changed into something i don't want anymore. like you. you were once so wonderful, beautiful, magical. you were something i never thought i would have. could have. but that beauty and magic quickly morphed into a darkness and hopelessness that i wouldn't want. couldn't want. you tried to pull me into this new world but instead i brought myself out. i left you. the destruction. feeling thousands of individual beads roll down my flesh as i bring myself into the blanket of cool air. warm drops of my own emotional sea mix with thousands on my face. my chilled skin. it's a shock. i don't have the comfort of the sea. i don't need it.
i'll be alright.
i am alright.