I choose to paddle down crashing rapids, disemboweled reserves from feeding aquifers, with eyes wide open, tumbling and swaying erratically downstream, riding waves which reverberate against towering digital walls built upon a foundation of discipline and conviction: the screens of which I gaze daily, where I am constantly exposed to the emitting blue glow which is accented by white streaks, reminiscent of waves crashing on an beach and when I am left detached, subconsciously buying body wash composed of ocean fragrance, I then try not to “lose it” by laying down in the shower, sifting through racing/spacing/evocative/provocative thoughts for abstract memories of the Ocean’s Call, where… 141 more words
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Today I would like to go back to a bit of poetry. As I had said in a previous post, I like to try my hand at poetry now and then. 449 more words