You pierce the air. There’s nothing more simple, and difficult too.

Is a good word. The proud boys and girls are also Straight UP.

There you are. My sweet, sweet, blue. Crashing, the world half yours 🌎 Depth: in water and soul.

Here’s the scoop: the sand surrounds the sea castle, diapers pad my seating, shovel in hand. Digging my hole, tooth glimmers in the sun my job is to play. Laughter and joy. Learn the feeling of love. In many ways, today is the same: Hanes replace Huggies, sand all around. Egg bites and coffee, my reward for playing to ensure no hole is dug. My smile bright playtime ahead of job. Peace and comfort. This is the feeling of love.

Images flood suppressed beneath the ocean floor, no tears follow. Indignant Aye, the fury erases tender memories. Rage transforms you, the end insight. Kindness built from wrath, the most dangerous type of love. I fought for you. Now me.

Flight. you’re worth the fight.

Simplicity. too complex to understand.

Sun radiates off my bare skin, hunched over the morning begins. Patience is not like the movies, though as I sit warm rays soothe me. Home-brewed coffee fills up my cup, cheer tastes rich though less than a buck. These words this moment is now ours, description unlocks our powers.