currents

Find me here, where I’m hidden from plain sight - where I believe no one can see me. Where I try to play it off, like I’m not even that bothered by it, like I’m just annoyed you didn’t understand what I wanted you to do.
Where I outline my big emotions without dipping into the gritty details, where we can romanticise our flaws and shortcomings. Find me here when I’m finding my words fall short, because they can’t begin to describe the waves that live inside me, building slowly like tsunamis. When everything goes quiet, and I gaze into the horizon bewildered, only to be struck by violent currents that I knew lived just below the surface.