Inside my head, I swim through this strange silly sea. Emotions crash over me like waves, each being a polar opposite of the prior. Left here longing for our current to pass in unison. Can’t we drift together or at least crash into one another? I want to be the one to save you from drowning. Would you let me drown in you? You may use me to stay afloat, it would be an honor. I could then feel a passing sense of purpose. I tread, ready to accept the suffocation if it meant you and I would be one if only for a moment. The smile wouldn’t have to be forced. But you are Pacific and I, Atlantic. My hand doesn’t reach that far and neither does yours.
Emoceans
