…that it is Friday.
This short week has felt extra long
The ocean is reflecting the state of my soul
It has lost it’s calm, churning and raging against itself
Punishing the sand as it crashes onto the shore
The sun shining is meaningless as the ocean wages an internal war
There’s no telling when it will rest, when it will find it’s rhythm again
It knows not days, for sun or moon or rain or shine it rages on