Imagine the waves of a midsummer's night, quietly sapping against the shore.

It's cerulean fingers c a r e s s the sand ever so softly as the salty wind ~ ~ b l o w s across the scape of land.

I want to feel that freed wind pick up the short locks of my ebony hair and let it pinch color into my pale cheeks.

I want to let the waves kiss my toes before stealing my ankles in its loose grip.

I want to escape my cage.

Because quite frankly, I'm tired of trying to tune out your voice through the thin walls of this house.

I'm tired of hearing you criticize me for not doing whatever the hell you want me to do.

I'm tired of playing that damn part as a loyal lapdog.

Can't you hear me protesting?

I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to I don't want to

Honestly, I could go on.

But you'd never hear my cries.

You'd never bother with my emotions.

You've never cared about me.

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Can I see the ocean?

Can I touch the delightful coldness of its waves and bask in its lovely moonlight?

Can I watch the silvery light play across the troughs and crests of those l u l l i n g waves?

I want to be able to sleep under the w i d e, w i d e sky.

And see it's blue catch me with a mouthful of crisp summer air.

I want to ride bikes along the road of a summer resort and laugh and smile and sing.

I want to wave my hand to those kind acquaintances around me.

I want to make friends.

I want to see all this blue — this exhilarating c a l m, c a l m blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

I love this blue.

Let me drink up this blue.

Let me bathe the whiteness of my skin to a warm bronze with the sun's intoxicating kiss.

Let me run my fingers through my windblown tresses.

Let me be free.

Set me away from this cage.

Set me away.

Let me fly.

Let me go to this blue.

Because I'm tired of the dull blue within, and I want to trade it with the blue of the waves and the blue of the skies of summer.

Darling, you've kept me secluded for too long.

~ e.h.

cover photo by @watashi_16 on instagram.