it’s like the tide. slow, rising, gently caressing the bottom. then quickly picking up, moving everything in its path and leaving nothing behind. the tide is unexpected, it’s scary. unpredictable. i look at the tide and wonder, “how could anyone love such a thing?” and i realize; it’s not the tide they love.
it’s the beach.
made this a bit ago, i havent been on in a while. i'd like to change that.