we stood there, staring across the ocean. i couldn't see you. but i felt you. our hearts beat, and sent messages. through morse code. i received every sad message you sent out, as well as the sad songs, and lonesome cries. it was our thing though. crying to each other, through our hearts. traveling by morse code, being carries by the sound waves. and wind. our thing. you stopped coming now. i still send you messages. hoping your heart will turn my direction and hear them. sometimes they bounce off the water, and i can hear them myself. sometimes i cry and pity myself. my heart is so alone. now i just skip rocks. telling myself if i make it to 13 skips, you will be there on the other side. and you will send me a message. even just a, "hello." so far i have made it to 7. i will have to practice some more. it hurts my wrist. i can usually only practice for 3 hours. so i just nap by the sea side. and listen to the other sad people.
our people are sad. america is pretty broken.
i guess that's why you live away now.
you have a smart heart.
smarter than i.
my game is though. and so am i.
sarah janelle.
