beach ☆

I do not know why i am doing

No good

I guess this is

The blooming of some, not me

I guess this is not the place for me, 

feeling like a washed up tree, and that is okay okay

Though it numbs at the corners of my skin

I do not get why you get such a good feeling from gaps of flesh and no feeling

I do not know how you sit with others and dont feel alone when you and them have never truly opened your throats

When you and them have never shared open infected cuts, or the swirls of lights, circling inside of your palms

I feel like a creature washed up on the beach

With my gills gasping with the hurt of no home

I did not know i was so unusual