Sigh

Life was so good  Before I met you. I was so content  With this life, With me, Just settling.  -H October 26, 2020

  Who am I? Am I anything? Could I be something? I tell you: I am something, I am everything And we feast upon this lie.  - H January 2016 An old poem from when I was 17.

  I can feel the ocean pulsing through my veins. Salt penetrating Nose Shooting up and invading Brain,  Trembling Heart like it does to the hands -  Chapping unkissed and forgotten Lips, Crinkling Hair that faintly remembers being brushed, Drying Skin, calculating and equating salt with tears, Stinging freshly shaven Legs, smooth for no one, Getting between and underneath Teeth and Nails - The ocean is pulsing through my veins, engulfing my very being. - H January 12, 2016 An old poem from when I was 17.