Like it really means something. And when it does, They liquify, and roll down my face. Saltwater laughter, and it Takes me to the sea. With gulls and eagles looking over and about. The wind pulls at my hair.
Sand is just glass, Just ground finer.
The shithalk's screaming Breaks my pity. You sometimes need to concentrate To feel the pain. Yet the pain reminds us of days Without tears. With the vanishing anger and smoldering tears And glass grinding back into sand. One day I woke up uncertain.