Milky clouds paired with humid breath. the single moment when the last sign of light is your only companion. A sea forgotten for its purity and color encompass your lustful eye, for you have just seen heaven in the form of whites, turquoise and magenta. Flowing through, what looks like the last remaining paradise on earth is the reflection of yourself, not in mirror form, but in soul defining simplicity of a vessel you call home. No longer do the sounds of irritating technology invade your thoughts for there is not one discomfort within 10,000 miles. You are between the sea and your soul, consciously realizing for the first time that the horizon line and your self are not from from reach.
-life doesn't have to be complicated but it has to be lived.
-jb
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