lately i have placed my palms over the gushing water, have not been able to stay away from the ocean, have listened to the hiss after a collapse as the waves turn white and i feel weightless inside. i try to ride it out. they move me back and forth, until i'm taken farther and further and each time it washes over me new as if i'm realizing for the first time, your happy hour is my heart break. i try to ride it out.
a compilation of things that make up an online sketchbook, and stuff.