Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Direction

I am tortured by winds…

Because they change your essences, your course that  causes  compasses or sirens to rear and I most unfortunately learn.

Sunsets are a mix that neva lets me down.

Words are so venial.  Actions speak louder  than grammy award winning artists sing.

I have heard oceans roar.

I have died.

More than once.