One morning, it’s just quiet

I eventually get used to the eeriness 

Warm sky, cool ocean breeze

It’s not quite what I desired.

Desperation or Curiosity?

Became self doubt, became complacency

I unraveled my terry cloth possibilities

Lie down with me!

Watch the seagulls hover 

In search of joy to  steal

Isn’t this great?

My solace is the reality that only exists in m...

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