Right now I am thinking about his eyes. Blue as the ocean but lacking violence. I want to submerge myself in them but his innocence keeps me afloat. I am terrified of the water they hold because all I know is pollution. Scared to get to close but still longing to feel his waves crash on my skin. I wonder what it's like to look in the mirror and see those magnificent orbs. Drowning, drowning, drowning, I picture his eyes and I'm drowning.

Colonial Heights, VA, USA.

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