The ocean calls but I no longer ask why
Watching the glistening stones in the sands below the waves break in cascading silhouettes. The gradient blue and bronzed landscapes are sirens to primordial senses that become dull if you stay away too long.
As the wind whips in dizzying display the hardened cliffs crumble grain by grain, another reminder, we are all one and the same.
There is beauty, but there is also danger, so stay back!
FATE OF EIGHT O EIGHT 