Vero

For the next 3 days I'll be in Vero Beach. I've been to lots of other beaches, but never any on the Atlantic. Do they surf over there?


Wonderwall - Oasis

Exotic

So many new things have been happening lately. People are moving on with their lives, hearts are mending, breaking and mending again. Paths are being re-traced and futures are being shaped. Souls are being found, and feet do their jobs. Children will be missed, faces never seen. Feelings are uncovered, bare and raw. Open to the ashen atmosphere. But some things remain, and always will. The dead won't come back, and the living perish. Slippers stay fuzzy and warm. The bed will continue to be messy and un-made. Oath's aren't carried out, but traditions are. Music will thrive, and we will all dance. My environment has been shifting dramatically. My one last breath might as well reflect how it's all been.

Nodding to a wharf

There’s always been a tiny part of me that wanted to swim, not fly. Most people wish they could be birds. I suppose to “get away from it all” or something of that sort. It’s not so much that I want to get away, but escape. There are different ways of approaching this type of ordeal. The convoluted and diabolical way, or the easily-forgotten and pious way. Either are forms of lovely mush and droopy egregious lies.


The best part of holding up a gloppy form of prayer is that no one else will ever have to hear it. You can say or think or even feel what you’d like, alongside the reassurance that not one soul will drink a drop of it.


Those tiny Russian dolls really are quaint. Quaint reminds me of a quail. Quails remind me of periwinkle mothers, carrying along their tiny lavender-splashed young. Hopefully not around a gutter or ditch. Least we make a vile attempt to maintain all children in one piece.


I never quite looked at food as too much of a necessity, more of what’s expected. If there was any way that I could sustain a form of life with the absence of eating, I would. But I can’t, so enjoying this most elementary form of expression and self-illumination is one of the only members in my tiny club titled “Needy”.


The wonders of these worlds are lovely, they really are. They light up our memories, and keep our heads bouncing with kindled anticipation. Once arriving, only after plethoras of research pages have been gobbled and swallowed down your throat, disappointment settles in fatigued old bones, then continues on it’s way to some other form of gentle laughs and simple pleasure.





… <3

Currently

I can almost feel Summer coming to an end. Blah.

- I'd never wish for anyone to feel the way I do.
There's a thousand lines about the way you smile written in my mind.
Everyday feels like a Monday, and there's no escaping from the heartache. -

Hurdles

Swim - Jack's Mannequin



And I'm not giving in, I'll swim.