"out where the bones lay like stones by the ocean" What are we but stones laying on the ocean? What are we more then just a leg on a chair? Beautiful metaphore...A girl who in ways he did not know saved him...saved him not really from anything "bad" because there IS so much "beauty in a storm"
"he could not break apart the waves, saw her hand break through the surface"... This is beautiful to me, like a dear loss, that he's come to terms with ... " Forever wait inside the sea for me, my dear
I hear you"... He'll always come back looking for her, always come back to be with her...always find a way back to her and always find a way to hear her...even if it's through the gust of the wind or the crashing of the ocean on the seashore....
"out where the bones lay like stones by the ocean" What are we but stones laying on the ocean? What are we more then just a leg on a chair? Beautiful metaphore...A girl who in ways he did not know saved him...saved him not really from anything "bad" because there IS so much "beauty in a storm"
"he could not break apart the waves, saw her hand break through the surface"... This is beautiful to me, like a dear loss, that he's come to terms with ... " Forever wait inside the sea for me, my dear I hear you"... He'll always come back looking for her, always come back to be with her...always find a way back to her and always find a way to hear her...even if it's through the gust of the wind or the crashing of the ocean on the seashore....