No matter how far I go, from shoreline to shoreline, begging refuge from coastguards and strange light towers, I never drift far enough to find an Ocean without at least an ounce of you.

January 8, 2020January 8, 2020 ~ taylorfinn0810 ~ Leave a comment

You'll find me in Belgium, On the coast of the North Sea. I'll be swaying on the current, The salty spray of the tide Running me towards the Strait of Dover. It bears my essence as it crashes, A crushing cerulean weight To turn rock into sand, And sailors dreams into restless sleep.

I have always been great at falling, but I was convinced you were actually worth the fall…

January 1, 2020 ~ taylorfinn0810 ~ 1 Comment

I had relationships before you, told other people “I love you”, and I don’t think I was lying to them, at least until I heard you whisper those words into my ear.

“No matter how much I think I’ve grown, I fall short, because the world has been growing too, and I just can’t keep up…”

January 23, 2019 ~ taylorfinn0810 ~ Leave a comment

It only takes a few seconds, or maybe less. Perhaps it’s just a blink, a flash of the sun through a pinhole in air-dried cotton sheets, or a shooting star racing towards the center of a black hole, erupting at the bend in our universe, where all events lose focus, lose time, lose everything except … Continue reading “No matter how much I think I’ve grown, I fall short, because the world has been growing too, and I just can’t keep up…”