My heart, is left yearning
yearning for love, yearning for reason
there are more fish in the sea, my mother tells me
but each time I swim out into the great blue, Im left drowning; stuck.
My arms lash out at the violent waters.
Trying to keep my limp, but determined, body afloat.
It’s no good.
I am slowly pulled down by the force of the darkness; the bottomless depth of the sea.
why can’t I find ...
