Happiness is a Fleeting Wave

October 1, 2013

Waves ebb and flow.

My mind is a beach,

Emotions come and go.

Some are as salty as the sea,

Others reveal the bright white sand underneath.

Right now, it is winter in my head,

And the beach is a miserable place to be.

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