Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Too much, too bright, too powerful

Stared a little too hard at the ocean this morning and it got to me. Waves breaking, horizon calling, winds howling.

It's odd. This wanting of an intangible. I want the ocean. I do not want to be at sea. I want the edges. I want the white foam of the breaking waves, the ghost of a line, the salty whiff.

Who trembles at the sight of a metaphor anyway?

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