It has been a day. Tiring. Boring. Exhausting.
Familiar ailments increased my malaise.
Good intentions went unfulfilled.
They will wait for another day.
Jangled and jargled is my only nerve.
I need the sea and the call of the timeless waves.
I need to breathe deep the salt of the sea and dive.
Dive into the salty depths of the hypnotic drone of crashing.
Swirling, deep caramel aromas fill the air.
Down the roan liquid goes, warm and sweet.
There it is.
An easing, a dulling, a blurred edge.
Tomorrow is a new day with a new nerve.
Tomorrow is a new day with new intentions.
Now finally, I feel the call of sleep.
I listen to my waves of the sea,
artificially infused into the air by my ipod.
It will do.
I need the sea.
I brought it to me.
I lay visualizing the roaring water,
foaming and glinting from the sun.
It has been a day.
Tiring. Boring. Exhausting.
Hope for a new tomorrow has begun.