Express Yourself.

There you were chasing your dream— that white flesh of the ocean; while I sat on the broken up shells of my own skin, rooting to the ground. 

I was afraid of being tied down and so I tied every inch of cord I found, I would tie string into knots, shoelaces were made into bows, and I would wrap fishing line around the spine of its own pole to guarantee that I would never be caught by my lips of desire. I saw no thread strong enough to stop the beautiful flutter of my wings, no chain dense enough to bring me down from the height of my existence. 

You were turning water into silk sheets; while I sat on the broken up shells of my own skin.I was shedding feathers that day, and you were finding them inside of you. 

I dared to say, or rather to even judge you for a grounded man—a man of structure. Though I didn’t realize then, that it was my own perceptions boxing you into the walls that later I felt the need to knock down.

Why did I shelter you in my mind as the man that could never be with a love like mine? Why did I imprison you in my thoughts as someone who had no ride into a new set of rolling tides? Why couldn’t I see all of a sudden the way you were outside my thoughts—

a man of so much wealth that the sun itself becomes the roof over your head, the flowers grow taller so that they could shield you and give you the privacy you love. You don’t expose yourself, not out of selfishness but rather to shield the world away from thievery. A jewel like your heart in open air would cause even the best of man to desire that light and to go to their extreme to take it without going through the struggle to find their own.

But of course I couldn’t see that the fear I had of being roped and tied was of the ego. It was a fear that didn’t stem from lack of love but rather from an immensity of warmth that not even my dark skin could take in.