"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
— Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
My heart is full
Ocean water at my ankles
The waves break around me and washes over me...
Like cleansing my soul.
I smile for a bit.
And enjoy every second.