Eyes like an ocean

January of 2015

I've never been on the ocean. At least not more than 100 feet. I've always wanted to go there, but my heart sort of keeps me here on land. I want to set sail for new adventure, and maybe even smile while I'm out there.

My chest beats faster than I've really felt it in a while, and I can't tell if it's beating normal, because of how slow it's been, or if my heart is finally getting off his lunch break. 

Like I said, I don't know the sea very well, but I've always wanted to explore it, and your eyes seem to be the next best thing. I don't know you much more than I know the Atlantic, but your emotion is as big as the waves, and as bright as the sun that I forgot sat high in the sky. 

I don't know you very much, and I told myself that I was done listening to my heart, but maybe this one Friday will be different than all the others. One where I can forget the land, and sail away with my eyes closed.

I'm not even really sure how poetic this is, but It's what's on my mind.

I want to sit down on the pier, and stare into the sea just wondering what's beyond, and what lay ahead. Because when I'm talking to you, it's like I can be happy again.