Saw an elderly man sitting alone on the bench at the park today. Heavy wrinkles around his eyes, hands in his lap. Without a word spoken, I know that he lost someone. I could tell by the numb look on his face.
I don't hardly speak at all now. I can't. There is no sweetness in me. This whole place is a carousel of sleepless shadows that live under the ground and under the water.
Looking at the ground and stabbing it doesn't help, neither does throwing rocks at the water.
I wish you a kinder sea, a blest day.