Walking the ocean
Only soft sand on my feet
The waves crashing into my thoughts
Such a sweet and salty release
At last
Peace

Twenty more
Until I hit a number
That's important for me
As a writer
As a dreamer
As a poet?

Sometimes
It's really hard to let scabs heal
It's hard to break the habit
Of peeling back the past
I keep revisiting old nightmares
Which only does more harm than good
But curiosity gets the better of me
And pretty soon old wounds are opened again
And I get mad at myself
Because why I can't I just leave things alone?
Just go with the flow
My skin may get tougher
But old habits die hard
Pretty soon
I'm back again
And this infinite cycle
Repeats
Repeats
Repeats
Repeats

Sometimes
All it takes
Is good music
To make my day
That's it
That's all I have to say