I wonder how many tears the ocean has swallowed, how much of the ocean is actually made of tears..

Sure, I’m gray-shading the line that separates stable and crazy, but the point is, there is a line. And I haven’t completely crossed over to lunatic..

My dad always told me that holding a grudge is like swallowing poison and expecting the other person to die..

I assume these structures are made for siting?.

Morning tide makes a great companion when you don’t want to be around people. It soothes and comforts and doesn't ask for anything. But the sun does.….