alright fool children, scream your questions into the waves
WHATS UP WITH YOU: i will laugh at you as i crush you beneath my skirt
WHY ARE YOU HERE: you dare to limit me, when i will outlive every syllable of your name?
WHAT ARE YOU:
i am the seaglass scissors that cut fate's thread short
NO LIKE WHAT ARE YOU:
the sea predates gender, child NAME: call me whatever, i will know regardless. whether i listen or not, you have no assurance of

















