Wavering in a state of unease.
And I cant put my finger on it. 
In the daylight.
Waves of restlessness sweep these shores. 
"Please, no more."
Down water crashes. 
Churning and pulling. 
I am looking at myself. 
Drenched.
Smiling. 
I can't help but smile back.
And love her.
I am aware.
I am specific.
I am love.
Even after a day of too much and not enough.
I will always make my way here.
Back home. 
I am my teacher. 
And I am hard.
And fair.
And kind.
And always pushing outward.
This love knows no bounds.