scar tissue ripples on the water nature repeats itself in the strangest ways giving salt to the salt i shed the wind harries as i gaze—face masked, body cold at the tumult and revel of the endless waves wishing for soothing i have wandered there’s a salvation in the chilling better than one found in a knife so the ocean moves before me & moves me too i’ll never know if my eyes are red rimmed as i walk my way home
Featured photo by Tomas Sobeck on Flickr.
