Into the Undercurrent
I see myself awash on a beach grey grit sand beneath ashen sky. Looking out to the ocean it's angry. Crashing in on itself black pits writhing and falling 'neath jagged peaks. The water comes back for me slowly then swift dragging me like velvet back into the undercurrent.
Not Alone
To everyday, Rejoice, In this life, To feel the cold air, Of an Autumn's day. Or the warm ocean, Engulfing me whole. The small joys That make up a journey because it's always how you go not where you end but i can't stop there