Memories are like walking on the sand. You try to walk over them, but they drag you in, and you can’t get out. You got to feel the sand, like memories, you got to walk through them, and know that you got them inside you. Like grains of sand that remain after you left the beach
THE pacific ocean stung me with awe. I miss her, she’ll see me tomorrow, when I dive in and embrace the currents, so many of them lately, the ocean is t he one I need now.