The ocean has a purpose.
Saying The past is the past is useless.
I don’t have much, but a body has its benefits.
Smooth roll of the surf.
Empty space in a trough.
The ocean opens and shuts, like a window.
The thing is, I’ve only ever seen it.
Once I put my toes in a wave.
Chaos as it inhaled.
But that’s it.
One way or the other, things overflow.
If you want something, fight for it.
I was told to hear myself before I speak.
You can’t just take a voice once it’s there.
Whatever the ocean takes, it gives back.
Irony has its uses, but lays flat like a jellyfish.
Reminds people to pay attention.
Describing the ocean is useless.
Most people already know how to disappear.