I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to […]
I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to […]
Where the light shivers offshore through the tides of oceans we are shining in the rising sun like shells of gold..
He smells like the ocean on a wild, storm-tossed day. Like moonlight on the open water. Like rain falling through leaves. Tracy Wolff Ruined/ Ethan Frost #1
In the nighttime when the world is at it’s rest you will find me in the place I know the best..