The Perils of Sanity Pt1

The Perils of Sanity Pt1

It begins with the ocean.

The sea.

Ripped blue curls unfurling with white hairdos

Smashing against unloving rock that is stuck in place with constant frown

All the time beating, so violent

Smashing away at love, until love caves in

And crashes back into what would take it under

No release, no forgiveness, no choice, no option

Just crash

And crash

And crash

And crash

And crash

The Small Step

The Small Step

Sometimes even a small step seems too tall, too big, too large.

This is when even TV seems shit.

And that is when every moment becomes preoccupied.

Small steps sound easy.

But they’re not.