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.
It has been a day. Tiring. Boring. Exhausting.
Only a poor substitute do I have.
It will do…
given my clipped wings.
Swirling, deep caramel aromas fill the air.
Down the roan liquid goes, warm and sweet.
Wait.
Wait.
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.
Tomorrow.
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.
Verbality 