All Streams Lead to the Ocean

Vibrations high and low, you were my sandbox.

Soft water flowing nearby as i sat and pacified

The possession of all my surroundings. 

Words (un)said feeling like shoelaces untied. 

Loose feet, on the edge and risking the fall.

 

Songs matching different streets, 

Now when i visit in silence, 

Each neighbourhood erupts into a symphony. 

Of familiar stings too numb to name. 

i will love you forever because 

Your lights taught me the fleeting states of this life.

A truly eternal lesson that returns.

Time and time again. 

 

i’ve drowned in dreams of solitude, 

Ultimately breathing it into existence. 

 

Letting myself be stripped of the paint, a blank slate once more. 

Now that i leave, as an inexplicably

heavy blank canvas, 

i feel within me all the history. 

Falling in love, followed by disillusionment. 

Satisfaction, followed by disappointments.

– mistakes, followed by silence.

 

i used to think i overstayed my welcome.

That i should have been able to forsee and protect.

It hurts to say goodbye. 

No matter how right. 

Now i see, i was precise in what i needed. 

And i did stand up for it.

 

My eyes are set on the horizon now, and instead of stale static water, I smell salt.