The moon and the wind enter into a kind of dance to control the waves.
For the first time in my life, I do not want to be silent.
There is such a thing as a wild sky.
I prefer mindless walking to mindful walking.
The sea is begging us to jump in.
I have continued my list of words in the English language that do not have my trust; some of them include: perfect, complete, ready, and die.
I carry certain places, like New York; other places, like Triopetra, carry me.
The thumb-sized being in the heart speaks by pounding on the door of the body at pivotal moments, such as leaving and arriving.
Leaving and arriving are synonyms.
Certain words, when used casually, inflict harm.
(I feel the meaning of the word choke, but I cannot comprehend it.)
I can see me.