ame sentinelle, murmurons

my lame-ass poetry.
mostly I talk about the ocean and depression.
I write for myself even if it's selfish.
enjoy



Forward
Backward

hugging my knees like a child

I feel like one. scared and running from places in my mind

the pace tears at my body

so many things I want right now

too many things

the ocean, the stars, the river, the sun

your kiss

I’m so close to contentment

I feel something similar, familiar

I want to embrace it, undress it and run through the streets naked

I can’t let go of my knees