My feet trek across cold sand through a subtle early morning mist. The stillness of the sea is spread out before me, a limitless scope of blue constant.  Thoughts race through my troubled and scattered brain as I climb into the empty lifeguard stand; dusted with sand and damp with dawn’s dew. It’s all so beautiful but what is the purpose? What is the true intent of it all? I examine the perfectly rounded lines on the tips of my fingers. I try to call my thoughts into order before they race out of control. I’m filled with wonder, awe and plagued with unanswered questions.  I am so limited, bound…

“I was swimming through the waves For what must have been days But could find no relief, When I started sinking down I thought for certain I would drown Until I saw you in the ocean underneath All the bright colored fish Tell of a treasure in a dull shell, “Such subtlety, so easily missed!” You, my hidden pearl of pure and perfect love And I’m the living example of 100 percent the opposite of this, If I ask the same questions (now o know i ask the same question) Well maybe I repeat myself from time to time, But it’s because everyone who answers me is a liar.” –…

Exactly what the great white eats in an emergency is a mystery ichthyologists solved by the late twentieth century after decades of investigation: whatever it wishes