"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)
Saturday, June 07, 2014
Waves
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.
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