the sea is not always labor,
it can be a medium which can take me to a beach,
a place where the sky reflects the seas and the white clouds look like breaking waves,
a calm sea merging smoothly with the curved sky
a turbulent one mirrored by the even more turbulent skies
with raging waves which break, and clouds which roll and crash.
waves born when they break out of exertion,
out of not being able to stand up to their own expectations;
clouds defined when they sink in their own gravity,
when the waters inside me calm down, so does my world outside,
and i follow.
