I don’t want to be here, anymore
Like really I just want to peer
from shores
Peak in—
into transcendental waters
Disappear into ocean breezes
And drift in and out of subconsciousness
Beyond these sands melting beneath my feet
I feel the underlying reminder that
no matter how stable we may think our footing
It can be easily washed from beneath us
In a moment
Take it in,
In a moment
Break the wind encasing— I mean
I beseech me to
Cut the tension and make a stand
here and now
How great the wind feels on beaten brows
I want to be there
Standing at the edge of the water
Reaching rubbing my palms against the ocean breeze
About the Creator
Dan-O Vizzini
Has anyone else just been making it up as they go along? Have you gotten so far from where you started that finding your way back seems impossible?
Well— reach.
Power when exercised properly is a beautiful thing.
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