you are the creek and i am the stream and we are the ocean

you are more than what i think is important 
you are an involuntary necessary reason to be alive
more than the conversations we have that bounce off of many cell phone towers
more than everything i post on the internet
i think about us as alone in the beatiful forests of the pine barrens in perfect weather
i think abt you as the sound of a military airplane breaking the sound barrier behind my parents house
you are the creek and i am the bay and we are the ocean
we are the ocean when the offshore wind grooms barrels and we are the ocean full of whitewater
we eat the sand away from expensive houses
we can take the sand from underneath the strongest foundations and we rust every piece of metal
i want to rust every piece of metal with u