The ocean waves...
The hold so many scars like the ones on my body.. The waves still move still keep pushing like little me when I was fighting to keep myself grounded for life.. The ocean waves have depth like each scar o my body, the good ones and bad. The ocean is beautiful with the light, like my younger self that didn't worry about the older I got... The ocean waves are claiming to me like the stars I look at the sky pointing out to the light, the man that holds me together like how the sun and moon hold each others little together, their beauty is a joy but they have their own deepest scars that are hidden under them.. Like our our ways in life... It's not just you life, you find love, and all but theres a deeper meaning to them.
the ocean, she has boats that have history, similar to the ones on my body, but more deeper. The boats she hides under her stay hidden for so long.
The boats, they take a while until they break from impact, only to hide under the ocean.
The sun and moon, like min and his relationship,see each other once in awhile.
The stars, keeping the lights and hides the explosions in themselves for survival, for protection.
The space, the emptyness that is left from a child's father or mother that can't be forgotten.
The music, she hides her pain in words that are not easy to see or find in her words, like open wounds that can't be closed.
The memories, some take them for granted and use them against her and she gets blamed or yelled at for and her wounds may never been seen but deep down she is wounded, not like a small wound, no a bigger one.
The tears of hurt, she feels to deep to let go, when she does it's not easy for her, so she takes a while to or more to let go, she forgives to easy but it hurts her deeper she wants to let go of that thing like holding a broken glass for so long the hand bleeds deeply from the cut.
