Whenever I close my eyes, I sense the tides inside of me. Though as quiet as water, I retain the forever-pulling force. I need an estuary. My energy soon becomes visible in verses, flooding the infinite realm of the page.Splash. Betrayed by a friend. “Still, someone is waiting/Is washing all the lonely lies with leaves.” Splash. Away from home, studying in another city alone. Wanted to talk to my father but never knew how. “Now you never hear of my seventeen,/ But I don’t know how to blame a
