A sense of place, a sense of waste. Don't know how this can be. The silence that envelops me. Whispers something, subtly. . Exhale and change the atmosphere.
Why do we loan ourselves to the things by which. We will never be repaid. And feel consoled by tomorrow. When today has been profaned. . Confused by choices or blind to cause-and-effect.
The gray light of the morning. The blue-green of the sea. A leaf splashed with color. Falling from a tree. . The sparkle in a diamond. The fire of the sun.
Beyond breakin' waves she walked the shore. Thoughts diving down the ocean floor. The ocean flows like life, just like life. . Hope is not a thing that she inclines to take into confidence.
How long can this anger last. Unenlightened with fist tightened. Explode and I run from the blast. My ears ringing, my face stinging. . And you push and pull me.
I think I bit my tongue today. No sign of blood but this taste won't go away. Even if a wound does heal. Its scar might never fade. . Unwelcome words can pierce.