swimming with luv...

When ripples meet the shoreline so fast the waves feel like a tsunami of emotions in the heart’s worth. And like a carpet pull the tide takes every precious breath out to sea for the sunset to remind self of the beauty of being free. Once luv’d, twice single and so forth. It seems drowning without a shark around to take all the memories away is the depths rising to watch self float as a reminder of who's, who's own worst enemy. As intentions are camouflaged by the water's edge where it meets the glistening needed to regain life. One hasta learn to swim before comprehending self’s resonating free will to breathe in the absence of the hype. Coming from within the undertow enjoying yet another lost cause so it isn’t so lonely itself. So, without the mirror like reflection upon the surface of a liquefied hope even gives the moonlight a moment to be felt. Finding self in over the head is a carelessness everyone gambles with as the sand is once again stationary beneath the feet. Awaiting the next chance to live with passion’s touch to drift along the beach. With better weather far and wide after mechanisms aren’t a necessity to coexist with the horizon damn near sitting still. One just hasta get evolve to experience the thrill of being more than self’s righteous fill…