I am the quiet ocean.

Maybe some other time
I can think before I emote feelings - phrases - fragments of half truths that aren't mine
Maybe some other time
I won't believe every cross-eyed four-eyed visual I perceive
Maybe some other time
I'll feel the wind it my face and not resent it for messing up my imperfectly-juuuust right-hairdo
Maybe some other time...next time
I'll smile when an intense breeze kisses my chunky cheek with its vigor
Maybe some other time
I'll prance off a cliff just because "they did it"
Maybe some other time
I'll realize I should have just jumped
Maybe some other time
Walking away from that cilff will feel a whole lot better
Maybe...in the mean time...between time (if that is physically possible)
I will just be here. Incoherently gazing on that cliff. My cliff.My cliffs.