And when the world drowns you in the roars of its ocean, I want to be the crashing waves that tell you where the shoreline is.
Where home is.
I want to promise you, that there is nothing you will miss when you listen with your eyes closed and your fingers laced with mine.
I want to find the surest way for you to understand-
That you are magic.
Because you hear all the words that some of us do not say, and you feel the tiniest inkling of a feeling before anyone gets a chance to bury it in their subconscious.
That you are magic.
In the quiet that you are amidst this city's senseless cacophony, and in the comfort that you bring when I've been spat back out at the end of an 18-hour day.
And so,
when the world drowns you in the roars of its ocean; when it is difficult to hear above the din of fear, of frustration, of anger and exasperation-
I want to be the crashing waves that tell you where the shoreline is.
Where home is.
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