I wish I was those rocks. I try and present a front that I am never eroding, that nothing gets to me. And at night, sometimes, I shake and can’t stop it from happening. Words escape my mouth that aren’t fully formed, like gibberish, and all I want to do is be those rocks and feel the water’s arms slamming into me again and again, cutting grooves of eras across my face. The only tossing and turning I do is between the sheets, unable to sleep.

Photo – N
Words - S