Saturday, 22 October 2016
Sea Washed Shore
We're shifting shadows on a sea washed shore, souls moving through situation. We attach emotion to people and things, clutch at reminders of wind blown hopes. Memories come in waves, wash over your feet, on the beach and then retract. Sometimes you want to say something but words are like buckets with holes in and meaning is hard to capture. You hold your breath and carry on...