Sailors either sink into deep mystery and never return to tell a tale, or they may ride through stormy seas and land on shining beaches. They who tell their tale at docks at sunrise, whom we've all foolishly turned away.
Empty shells can only break under the forces of our lives. The muscles of crustaceans help it cling to jagged rocks as they bear the motions of the tide. The ocean has no mercy for those that dwell in the sea. For what is a shell but to be beaten upon? For what is a muscle but to live and die?
You are the ribbons of my dreams blowing in the winds of freedom shined on by rays of faith You are my ribbons of time intricately woven binding my past, present, and future You are the ribbons of my life enveloping my mind enveloping my heart