where do we go from here

we are on the precipice of voyages lost carried through peace's storm which life have we crossed when will we form?   im drenched where is my lifeboat if i stand here long enough will she save herself from her own doing?  

Beach Door

I want to escape. A light from the neighbors window. Wiener dogs barking in circles. Sand stained ocean salt passing between my toes. Reaching for silence above the mountains vertex of magenta minerals. Opal peeking from cusps of barnacle dips of sea salty waters. The sounds of sailors of past boomerang from sandcastle oyster yards. [...]