I sit out the porch enjoying the ocean,
The salt air I’ll leave behind.
I feel the same air in which keeps me alive,
Killing me.
Out I’ll be,
by the mountains, and change of scenery.
The same breeze for which I enjoy,
Chokes me.
By the grasp of a second,
Memories turns into sadness,
Sadness turns into spiraling thoughts;
And while time had never passed so slowly,
My heartbeat has never rac...