Coconut-Master

i am in a state of navies and blues. and i thought i would love you as i love the ocean. i have painted pictures and written poems and sang songs and thought thoughts of falling for someone in the way that i love the sea for so long but here you are and you are no sea. t'est pas la mer a moi. t'est tellement plus. you are not the ocean. you are more the melting snow and hope that springtime brings. you are the never ending sigh     and the greatest silence is you. and it is kind of like contour drawings. look at this orchid. draw the shadows but only use one line. and if you look in the right way the most beautiful weight is held in t

i. some friends will help you spread your wings. they will cheer as they watch you soar. never once will they see you as icarus heading to his death. those are the ones you keep. others will rip out your wings to replace them with ones of wood, feathers, and wax. they will shove you up - up into the sky and laugh as your erupt into flames. leave them to burn themselves. save yourself from getting scorched. ii. the invisible girl will force herself to be seen. it will begin when she strips herself down. the vulnerabilities will shine through. show off every scar, every crack. she will then dye herself with her true colors. blend in pi