Just words on a page, sprung forth from a lost mind. These mean nothing.
October 1, 2012
I woke up this morning, to the light shining through my curtains.
The sun’s fresh beams blinding as my eyes first opened.
My waking thoughts racing,
turning corners folding back in on itself
all reflecting the water in the bay.
Crystal clear, cold and deep.
I go back to that place.
With unnerving clarity, I remember
and tears from the bay come rolling.
We held hands in this place
and dared tomorrow to come.
And it did.
And it swept us out into the sea.