You're that huge, mighty ocean
where I keep floating;
the fear of sinking into oblivion
with the weight of my anxieties,
keeps striking hard,
like waves crashing at the shore.
I'm that message locked in a corked bottle
always beside your waters,
waiting for a miracle to open me out
so that my words are smeared with you.
To be drenched in you,
my forlon wish.
What if you can't read me
EVER ?
Double grey ticks?
Will they turn blue?
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