as if she actually trembles before the glance of the beautiful but so frightened sea

I stare with revelation as I look upon the waves and sounds before it can even look back at me

see sea, maybe the ocean isn’t what it’s watered up and down to actually be

blue, beautiful water and boats with many more things filled with so many animals that we can even hardly name see sea, what I mean?

trusting that one could float above what’s attainable to feel without the fear
that follows me
which shadows us
they eventually think
can grip you tightly?

but one tends to fight one punch up in the atmosphere gasping for some type of fulfillment that this individual could eventually catch a break

stopping for a second to breathe, breathe, take deep breaths for a moment, and allow whatever tension to ease like the breeze sea, now you see what I mean?

Lifeguard, please help quickly! Someone is drowning!!!!