I look at your spiral, brown, black, white,
purple are you, you point at me with the
top of your skull, you sound like the ocean, you're
an unfinished maze, you are infinite
you bobble on my pen
you have flesh and you are touching,
you're a spiral, you're brown, black white, purple.
you point at me, you have a skull, you own the
sound of waves, but yet most times I just
walk by you on the beach and don't even
look at you.
until today, the day I notice how wonderful you