Fish in Bed

Leaving STX can be compared to a fish that’s been taken out of its element, no more

water, no more sea, but faith, strength, and determination, and some others carries me.

How I miss the beach.

Floating in the sand.

Sinking in the sea.

Even screaming so loud, and it feeling so good because no one hears me.

Tears rolling down the side, saudade, so longing for the tide. 

Lonely in this bed, wanting to be by someone’s side.

Just laying here wishing I could do laps in the sun.

Exercise but fun, not including any runs.

The stroke has just begun, each lap feels like a new one. Goggles on so I see every fish

that passes.

Stx I’ll soon return to burn that green down to ashes.

Get so elevated that I start carrying heavy lashes.

Missing the times when my girls and me just be passing it.

All right, that’s it.

Can’t seem to find any more shit to spit. 

So ending it here before I sound too desperate.