I left home to
cry in the ocean.

Common and uncommon,
I haven't a clue as
to why my epiphanies
dwell at sea without
a broken bottle in sight.

Sand floods my feet
with a grainy and warm
welcome for a moment.
Each step equals the
first time as the former.

The salty air envelops
my senses into pure joy.
That cool coast breeze...
it leads me to a
majestic blue current
where ghosts of memories dwell.