But Bermuda will always have a special place in my soul.
Leaving Bermuda makes me cry every time
The salt lingers on my skin
The taste of numbing pains in my mouth
I’m not lost anymore
Not caught in the time that slips away with the reaching skim on a beach
The triangle is real
Time disappears
I disappeared
We’ve all disappeared
Everyone who’s been there knows
And for everyone that hasn’t
We just can’t explain
Funny how we say we love it
but long to escape it
the fact is
we don’t want to escape the beach
the boats
the endless supply of good company
we long to escape the feeling
the feeling of being trapped
contained
it becomes claustrophobic
and we run from it.
Clock
tick tock
stop
Bermuda is lost to me now
A change from being lost in it
I am free
But anxiously await to be trapped again
Trapped in its beauty
Is where I find myself
Loose myself
And ultimately
Know myself
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