I heard you on the 13th summer
Boundless love is found in summer tragedy
The summer solstice came with intensity. My body tilted towards the sun. I felt the warmth of doubt hugging me. The 13th summer of tragedy couldn't remember me? Many waves I've seen, many times I begged in the silent wind. The sound of the ocean whispers at times, or I thought it did. Familiar voices heard my tragedy, voices with empty boats. The summer tragedy stopped my heartbeat. My body was anatomy. The sea whispered, "I heard you on the 13th summer." I travel to find the flesh to cherish your broken shells. Summer is fresh and unknown to the flesh. It is salty and warms my body with the heat of his pain. The intensity of our pain was perfectly paired with the earth at the summer solstice. The return of the heartbeat with a pitter and pounding effect of raindrops soaking us and drowning us in boundless love of eternity.
By Johana Torres
About the Creator
Johana Torres
Today, I'm writing a book that recounts the life once felt was too painful to tell.
We tell people to be strong, but we don't let them feel.
You can't heal if you're not allowed to hurt.
By Johana
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Your imagery of the sea, tragedy, and renewal really pulls me in.