THE iSLAND SOCiETY©

I almost lost my breadth,
my heart almost fell
out of my chest,
and that sinking feeling
I almost felt
was like the world truly was
evaporating underneath
our feet.

It had rained for days,
and I had just now realized
the size of the puddle
that had risen to my ankles.

Throu hell and high-waters,
Let them swell,
they’ll wash right out…
Brain-storming
our mind-sets
and never wanting to let-
go
of certain aspects,
as long as they stayed relevant.

(But in all honestly,
I believed our design
to be so unique
we have to create
an alternate reality
from our individualities,
a certain significance…
just to create something signature
and as similiar

yet just as foreign

To anything else-
To anyone else-
To nothing-else-
To no-one else-
but ourselves…)

[That is up until…]
Only until we had eachother,
and the window with a view
was only a fractal of a marginal.

How could you call everyone out,
then leave them all untouched?

Simple.

Gnaw!

& Clutch!

Kill em ‘
with kindness-

Drown em’ all

in love-

until throu the swell
you reach the one

you fought throu the tides for

and in the wake of your existence
you wash away the waves.

Wot aligns with dragonscales
and tigerstripes?

Wot lies betwixt
the rivers and the streams?

A hound’s teeth?

Leed me to water,
for I shall never drown.

With a galaxy on my shoulders;
It was impossible for a single
world
to keep me down.