Sometimes I marvel at the infinite. I am reminded of expectations, of Internet radio and pocket lint. I forget embraces and ephemeral glances and smells. I think about thoughts of thinking that I may very well be overthinking thoughts; I think about the persistence of contradiction’s haughty slap to my face.
Well you might as well wipe away that vindictive smirk, you abstract plague. Because yesterday I fell in love with the sea, all over again.