Waves

Waves

water washing over land

drops of it clinging to sand

the feeling of waves cooling by ankles

the polished deep blue touching my skin

the froth spraying my face

melancholy in the air

peace taming my hair.

water rising up to my knees

falling away only to try harder to reach

nvm my crush likes someone else.

do y'all think about how your life would be with your crush? like what sort of relationship it would be ?

WHYYYYYYYYYYY IS THAT SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TRUE ???

originality

I love the idea of no originality. your piece of work involves thousands of people who indirectly come into play.

You are the stranger that might have inspired an artist, when you crossed the street. your friend changes her perspective when she sees your ways and something new emerges. you are a part of this chain; your eyes impact a thousand lives.

In the unexpected lives of each human being find these ideas. Our work is the connection we make with anonymous, busy, lives new or old. People give each other in multiple ways. Some leaving, fast or slow. it is only our duty to grow remembering them and making everlasting change.

ayo, time for me to leave this place.

America is a place