An electric guitar breaks the silence of my over achieved high life.
Its smooth pace and easy chords are relaxing, but it’s not that type of song. I wear shoes on the beach, I don’t get satisfaction from sand between my toes. I stand motionless enough for the wind to blow open my shirt, my hat lowered to punish the sun from reaching my eyes, it loves my eyes.
I stare dare into the white waves desperately trying to reach out for me through high tide.
A battle they will never win. My hands remain in my pocket to leave the seagulls guessing if I have food for them today,
which I never do, but they hover anyway.
One arm stretched out upward, one hand towards the sky when I walk away, I’m not staying here, so I love it every day.