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.