as i stare at my reflection, i see my present and my past, a wandering vision into extant realm.
standing here along the seashore, surrounded by slapping waves and howling winds, i feel like an illusion in a world of disillusion.
feel like a leaf on a tree, blown away for ever, into the cool autumn breeze.
as the motion of the ocean sways my soul, the cycle of light blurs the distance, blue waters no longer cry.
breathing through the undertow, lashed out by avidity, beaten up by the elements, i struggle to survive.