Friday, June 5, 2015

Waves

Me, circa 2066.

Perfectly expressed. The need for light (foggy as it maybe), the way the ocean changes and reflects or challenges each day's mood and state of affairs, the hope that the waves delivery you safely to shore each and every time, and the immediate cracked out high that follows.

"I come out of the water and I'm a brand new person."

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