untitled

asking to be broken and bent you engaged yourself in combat with new experiences and spent your little time chasing words through your oceans of yore. for you dreamt of a Shangri-La hiding in the folds of your creased brow, a rabbit hole in your temples; an escape. you dreamt of ascending beyond. turn back, while the shore still remains meant for just you- your own refuge. turn back into what you once were. the tides rise and ebb, like heartbeats you were never meant to hear, but were always meant to destroy you.