Seaside shorelines, borderline beginnings.
I think I know what I want.
Paths between fait and faith,
forgiveness, overbearing.
Like twists and turns of tides, riptides, or undertow,
You will probably never know.
Know where you are going.
Tomorrow is like looking through a kaleidoscope of different outcomes.
Be it triumph be it trump.
Be it failure, be it sunk.
It's all in how you see it,
I suppose.
I wish I could see properly.
In which I try to write about something other than romance.