addiction to the addition and subtraction of satisfaction, to put it lightly, a saving of face and into and unto itself it knows no other, the nights of cool face breeze and oceanic lullabies are absent, replaced by the cold aches of back and shoulders, a sinking feeling of disconnection or just absentmindedly going through the motions.........
the allure of the everyday, as seen through the filterless eyes of youth, absent of jade, absent of mind, a thorough evaluation without judgement, a return to home if you will, and i want to, but doubt the possibility of such............
the blurring of time is all the more apparent when we return the way we came, absolution and recognition, this is the way, if there is one, if there could be, within the confusion to clarity, passion, the undoing of what was.............
the ocean owns me, it's firm grasp only lets up for so long until it grabs firmly and pulls me back in, so goes the last months, so goes a life lived, worth every penny, every time..........
