Sunrise, Sunset...

There is nothing more fulfilling, then being alone with yourself.

Bring me the laughter of children.
Bring me the crash of a wave.



I've never felt more at peace with fate. And that certain calmness... It's unsettling, really. To accept. Because accepting requires acknowledging. And if I think too much, I'll never come out of the palace that is my winding mind.

So as I sit here, enjoying the sight of seafoam spray and young specimens of the male persuasion run amuck and pure examples of youth, it makes me feel old. And haggard. I want to swim away forever, and break head first into each swell of salty water.

I want to write. I want to be a writer. I have many things to say.