I gaze down a tunnel of crystalline water droplets
As the echo of Conch shells sing to me
My five fingers drag along the velvet blanket of a windswept water wall
Inviting me to saturate my tongue with Caribbean salt and fantasies of Plaintain mofongo
As I approach the exit, I am greeted with the aromatic Plumeria that permeates the beach
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Tony Martello
Tony Martello, author of The Seamount Stories, grew up surfing the waves of Hawaii and California—experiences that pulse through his vivid, ocean-inspired storytelling. Join him on exciting adventures that inspire, entertain, and enlighten.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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