I love watching the waves crashing on the shore.
I could sit forever. Just there. And stare. Simply disappear. Into the deep blue.
The way the rich blackness of the night sky reflects in the thick mysterious calm.
And you wonder what lies beneath.
During the day when the wind picks up. The waves rise and crash in synchronic turmoil. Planned chaos. Structure only visible to those select few who look for it. In search of sunrise.
To others it seems scattered and unpredictable.
And then someone asks me how I feel.
And I say absolutely nothing.
I feel... nothing.
It's like an addiction.
I could sit forever. Just there. And stare. Simply disappear. Into the deep blue.
The way the rich blackness of the night sky reflects in the thick mysterious calm.
And you wonder what lies beneath.
During the day when the wind picks up. The waves rise and crash in synchronic turmoil. Planned chaos. Structure only visible to those select few who look for it. In search of sunrise.
To others it seems scattered and unpredictable.
And then someone asks me how I feel.
And I say absolutely nothing.
I feel... nothing.
It's like an addiction.
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