open me up a cavity of stones. remnants of a mountain they once owned. laid in dust and left to dry dirty pebbles hold no life but they're mine.
i'm so heavy, grinding with the motions. i wish to let the ocean take me because i can't do it on my own.
i'm so heavy, the lump inside me aching. weathered monuments like me persist - i'll accept what agony has given.
won't you take me, mother nature? on this dusty ground, i hold no future. embrace all the love i once had, grasp my hand, fly me to another land.
-Writing on Waves
