A shove into the sea.

throughtheframe:

sometimes everything is soft. knit together, strung like words or thread or wool. soft, but not permanent. words can be erased and changed and thread can fray and wool can pull and stretch out and leave huge gaping holes where there once was warmth. 
but for now i’m going to let the world be soft and sad and quiet, and i’ll let my thoughts come out to play and swirl and circle, the way the waves wrap and flow around the posts of a dock. i am clouds and fog and a breeze on a cool day. you are trees and pavement and sun in the summer. 
for some reason i always hear the world at full volume, it speaks to me. i feel it weighing on my shoulders and pulling on my arm. i know the pattern of your footsteps and the way your teeth look when you smile. i know the weight of a human mind and the ache of a human heart.
i know.