Turbulence describes my day today because all I feel is a salty Pacific even though I’ve never seen it myself. They, the curves of an Atlantic, call me kid, but I tell it that I’m intelligent and older because I do school like a big kid. And, I tell myself, the brain bumps in my mind, that it’s just that I’m timid and that kid that she speaks of searches for fulfillment, but the rigid brain lumps have no voice, not according to my choice, very much to my dismay, and to my distrust. I’ll abide by your rules and I’ll put my lumps aside, but only for you because I never thought a God to exist, but I do believe in you.

But the boy who hit me at school deserves no such respite to see that other kid spit on my Mary-Janes and my plaid pleated dress that you made so ugly because your bumps are a mess. But sorry I can’t fix you the same way that you mix me in your spires of an Ocean I have never ever seen. I wish I wasn’t as horrible and unempathetic, but you are horrible and pathetic, and I’m the one who came to end it and we’ll call it a day. I’ll hold the white broken flag up to the waters even though it isn’t quite our plight as much as it is yours.

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I understand you’re just a boy on a hunt for something as stupid as the block tower you pushed over, and the lump in my brain tells me to deploy my taser to defend that tower from you and your like. And I praise her, the Pacific, I mean, for telling me to be mean too, and as salty as she. My Noona said the trash boys’ kindness go in bags when they're older but the Ocean, my friend, has too much already to shoulder with boys like you in their meanness and thunder. She sees too many strings cut and braided to see one go dark without a reason explained. And a bag is made of leather and deserves nothing like a block-knocking, life-tether, flea-eater, bully, leader, bottom-feeder, such as you, so I ask of you to take to the Atlintic’s authority. To let her tame the human that you try not to be, and to let her tame the humans of major and minority that you call toughness. Let her replace your calloused hands with new ones and maybe one day you’ll grow a pair and be the man of your dreams. Let her tame you, and with that, let her tame me too.