Random writing’s
The seed is turning.
The tide has risen.
The ocean has started to listen.
No one is talking.
The love is burning the flame.
Showering the water with the open glaze.
Listening to the winds brush it away.
Not knowing that this is our last days.
The last days of a love that made mountains.
The love the broke hills.
The love that no longer has a lover.
This is the end of our days.
Where did you go?
I really do not want to know.
I just notice that you were gone.
I truly do not care, but I would like to know.
So, will there be tears?
Will I rain on your parade?
I hope so then maybe something beautiful will grow.
A sea of horrors filled with love.
I can feel the pain.
It is covered with hate.
Then smeared with love that is unwanted.
Brought back to live by simply trying.
This is the destination for you.
It is just not the place that I want to be.
There is something in the water.
A breath like no other.
Distancing the lover from the lovers.
Hearing the ocean but seeing the water.
Just listen.
Misconception 