Pebbles glisten at the beachshores
small and colorful earth
wildly colored tones
smooth and cool at the touch
just washing up with the bubbles at the ends of the waves
underneath my feet
my toes feel
a salty taste
and i can see through the water
like pieces to the puzzle put together by the sea
I pick one and it skids the top of the water
it taps two times and goes under waters
pebbles under my toes
you can't hear, speak or talk
you have been around for so long
and no one knows your story
...hard things
all i can hear is the ocean sounds breathing and feel the sunsets heat
Like smoke and fire in my veins
I can smell the breeze passing through in my hair and skin
Taking lot of energy until
there isnt any wilderness left stirring
How i pity you beautiful pebbles
When depression settles in
nobody knows whats going on with me
I am invisible
and nobody knows my name.
i have less and less of a voice
just a breath in a sepia tinted haze
just starring and in deep thought.
-voiceless
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