tides.

He
spoke
as though
he lived near
the ocean all his
life — his voice, gritty
like the sands that littered
the ground; his words, rippling
like the waters that crashed offshore.
And when he wrote, the words flowed
from his soul like the colours that
seeped from the bleeding sun
as it dipped into the horizon,
and drowned in azure
depths — chaotic
at first, but when
understood,
beautiful.

  1. anthrblghr reblogged this from indeception
  2. ermisenda reblogged this from tim-otheus
  3. tim-otheus reblogged this from poeticallyprofound
  4. celestial-orchestrator reblogged this from poeticallyprofound
  5. poeticallyprofound reblogged this from indeception
  6. unbreakableserenity reblogged this from indeception
  7. crackedcompass reblogged this from indeception
  8. indeception posted this