my writer soul splits my life

my heart and mind

clashing like the sea and the land

the fine line in between fractal and ever changing

i find myself

standing strong in the sand

crushed by a big kahuna

slipping on wet rock

caressed by the fizz of foam



the want to stay afloat rips

as waves slam me ashore

the light wins over the dark

the need to find my footing grazes

as currents pull me under

the dark steals the light

i leave my skin behind

will the surf to touch my nerves

and meld me before i drown