Days are not always good, this I know.
They are not always as good as you make them to be.
You feel.
Like an ocean that is much larger than the surface interfaced on.
Beneath, yet so much more and in reality our entire being.
Churn, chop and flow like the waves in water.
Typhoon, tsunami and hurricane your way through life.
Tranquil glistening upon perfectly still seas.
Life will pull you under.
Grasp at surface.
Grow gills and breathe.
Conquer depths, bloom a beautiful bounty from below.
Soar higher into the sky like never before.
And crash.
And burn.
And be forsaken again.
And run mill of emotion.
And I will be there for you.
For I will be there too.
I will.