happy

The universe comes in waves

to the point that the one tattoo

my best friend got at eighteen,

that says “live life like a wave”

makes sense.

It always did. I always knew.

When people would laugh,

and not really understand why…

there’d be us.

Staring at the ocean.

Breathing in the emotions.

The ups and downs,

high tides and low.

I just know that every move is filled with love.

I nervously wave through the water…

and even when I’m choking on salt…

I know I’ll see a sunset when I make it out

alive.

Just like a wave.