angemala

He's like an ocean, Big. Beautiful. Dangerous. He is the gentle wave, the clearest water, the unsearchable depths. He is the raging tide, the crashing flood, the unmatched power. He is the constant motion, the salt in my hair, the rippled shining surface. He is untapped anger, roaring storms, sweeping force. He is a terror and a marvel I cannot describe, A careful balance between comfort and wonder and paralyzing fear. I watch him from the shore as he swells and falls, And he stays contained by the land and cannot reach me.