Lying along the sand, towels and buckets, pollution and laughter mix better than a PB and J.  It’s warm outside, hearts racing with every splash as the tide comes in larger every time. The water is so clear you can see your reflection. Girls taking photos but never getting in, boats in the distance trying their best to catch wind. I float on my back peacefully, hoping I’m not getting sucked out...

I’ve dealt with water a bit, my earliest memory of me drowning. Helplessly falling in the depth of a pond so familiar yet so foreign. Water is the surface and we known little what is underneath, maybe a fish with red and blue scales, maybe a creature unannounced to the world as we know it. Water is cold but so intriguing, and though it almost killed me that summer when I was 2, I still go back ...

I’m so genuinely in love with you. Horribly cringey, but it’s true. I never stop thinking of you, you race through my mind like a cheetah. I wish I could stop, maybe I’d finally have room for other things in the little headspace I have. I navigate the world as if it were more light then image, my vision is blurred. But I know your color, I know the texture of your skin. It feels so good in my a...