I'm crawling under the waves, grasping at the sand thinking it would keep me under. But it rolls me over, as I slip under the water.
It's better to duck the wave than try to escape it.
It's better to go through it than fail to out run it.
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The Lace Age | ongoing.
Poetry"My head is full of thorns too harmful to leave unattended. " A collection of poems, short stories and free speeches. Copyright Ariana Miriam.
