2 May 2012
The push and pull of the waves,
The sounds of serenity claims
That when I am at the darling place where the sand meets the water...
It calls for me like an old friend longing to talk.
If I leave, will I ever return?
Would anyone miss me if I just allowed the water to take me?
Would the ocean be so kind as to give me but the air I need but still surround my body in water?
These are the question I ponder looking out the window on my journey to the sea.
My Old Friend • Opuss № I