Sometimes I ask why me? Sometimes, the night is darker than should be Or the light just a tad too bright for me Sometimes the
The slow passion that ebbs and flows From the mixing of words into some story, Some hope from some other joyful or not story, Unexpectedly
“If all the seas were one sea…” gesticulating as words
Swam out his mouth, climbed the trees, building a massive
One, next to a massive sea.