I don't understand why the sea is so salty.
I don't understand why when I look into the ocean, I see a fragment of who I used to be and the tears I used to cry.
I don't understand how the waves just carry on endlessly and never tire.
I don't understand why we can't be like waves, carrying on endlessly without tiring.
Why the seagulls cries sounds like the voice in my head mocking me for dreaming.
Why I could never just enjoy the ride and be normal instead of creating metaphors and calling back memories and holding on and letting go and analyzing and remembering.

I do understand boats.
I understand how they are strong and dependent (usually).
How they carry you away from wherever you are, happy to take you to new sights and to see new things.
I understand how they can just float a long, happy to be their self.
I don't understand why the sea is unsettling but boats are calming.

One and One does not always make two.
Rhymes don't always equal me and you.








October, I understand we must say goodbye to you.