We build our homes by the water
Teetering tip-toed over the edge
To see the view -
To see the sunrise -
To feel the sea kiss us -
To grow old near the pulse of the earth.
And watch her cut into our perch.
We risk falling,
losing,
crumbling.
Home is balanced in a place where oblivion and peace are blurred.
We give our hearts to love, to the sea
knowing we may She may drag us to ruin
And hoping we die before she does.
We hope our shelters crumble, too, and we take them with us
into the foam, to carry our homes in love.
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Kaitlin Oster
Professional writer.
Owner - Shadow Work Consulting, LLC
David Lynch MFA Program for Screenwriting with MIU, graduation 2023
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