The laugh bubbles up although the bubbles inside of me are full of salt water

Something that I cannot let free so it rubs against the inside of my eyes

It stings

I want to fall, and my knees threaten to collapse

Just like my heart years ago, but that’s just history

So I laugh with my face in my hands, shaking

Quaking

Thoughts run past me in slow motion, but yet the words cannot be read

Their lips become screaming silent sounds that fall like bombs

Holding my hands beside me, but I wish I could hold it to my head

These rolling waves become tall tsunamis but it hits so… soft

It storms, yet the sound that escapes is not a call for help

It becomes a song that is listed as happy on the ever-changing playlist

I wish for them to know but the words just build up and free themselves inside me

Trying, failing to be

What I want to be before death’s deadly kiss