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To The SeaI want to be part of you
I always have
A fear hides within me that wont allow me to.
To swim with the tides
To get lost in the waves
To taste the salt
To be part of what we once where.
I want to be a mermaid.
An ugly mermaid.
Not your typically described mermaid.
Beautiful long hair, gorgeous.
I want to be real.
I want to be ugly and real
I want to go back to the sea.
Be apart of it again.
Have you ever held your hand out and spread your fingers?
We have the slightest bit of webbing there, still.
I want to be be able to dive deep down,
Into the darkness.
I want to become the hunted.
We all came from the sea,
I want to go back without fear.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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