She said, their I am. Chained at the shallow side of the ocean. Their is only one view to see, only one view that never sets in my eyes. Everything is calm as I sit. As I play around in the sand that surrounds me. Until the waters gently push their way to clean me.
She said, their I am. Chained at the shallow side of the ocean. Their is only one view to see, only one view that never sets in my eyes. Everything is calm as I sit. As I play around in the sand that surrounds me. Until the waters gently push their way... poetry stories
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bebawolf Journal entries from 1/19/19 ▫️◽◻💠◼◾▪
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At times we are in certain situations where we aren't being heard or forced to fit into a mold where we just barely squeeze into. Not for long!


(P.s. my moon and rising are water signs. My house is an air sign)

She said, their I am. Chained at the shallow side of the ocean. Their is only one view to see, only one view that never sets in my eyes. Everything is calm as I sit. As I play around in the sand that surrounds me. Until the waters gently push their way to clean me.

A smooth and velvety transition in which my skin adores. Everything is calm as long as I sit and play along. I begin to stand and the view shifts. I begin to stand and the waters lift. She said, their I am. Chained at the swallow side of the ocean. Yet, the waters are in a frenzy motion. As if they are ready for an attack. All I do is prepare myself and say

I don't want to be washed away I don't want to be dragged down All I want is the freedom to move around A shadow casted over, as soon as she finished her plea. The waters quickly began to tumble on top of her. The winds began to sweep right through her.

All she could do was continue to stand while focusing onto the grit of the sand. Only to blame the salt for the tears. Only to blame the waters being her tears. Memories of her beloved calmed atmosphere disappeared. All the blurs started to create a fear. So she whispered

I don't want to be washed away I don't want to be dragged down All I want is the freedom to move around She said, here I am. Being drowned by the salty waters of the ocean. Chained at the shallows. The winds sweeping right through me.

One day, I will be able to feel the dry sand simmer against my feet. Make it pass where the waters can't reach. These chains will soon go fragile, as I continue to stand. She thought to herself I don't want to be washed away I don't want to be dragged down All I want is the freedom to move around

She said, their I am. Chained at the shallow side of the ocean. Their is only one view to see, only one view that never sets in my eyes. Everything is calm as I sit. As I play around in the sand that surrounds me. Until the waters gently push their way to clean me. A smooth and velvety transition in which my skin adores. Everything is calm as long as I sit and play along. For now.

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