oh, leonardo!

if it were up to me,
i would obliterate the sea
and every single wave that torments your soul,
dragging you through the undertow
until you think you are free.
No, this is not freedom.
Dance, leonardo. Dance like you are meant for.
Dance until your fingers bleed.
Dance freely, individually.
Dance with me.
THIS IS NOT YOUR HOME, BUT NEITHER IS THE SEA.
you belong in the color blue,
with your hair blowing in the wind,
let it envelop you.
only the good shade of blue,
like that of the sky,
of babies eyes,
nothing to do with the waves of the sea.
it is your love, and in it you can be free.