my life happens in other people's words

it passes me by, calling out occasionally, never waiting for a response. like waves that lap at my at my feet and tickle and leave faint traces of salt and sand, but never engulf. they tease, yet leave me curiously untouched.

i long to be drenched. to wade into dark waters and lose my footing. to be swept away with an all-consuming passion. to be moved.