the ocean breaths salty, some mornings you find yourself alive and you don't know what to do about it. A tidal wave overcomes your spirit and you see your compassion drifting away into intolerance. My tears have become my bread. The ocean is running low but i'll always believe in God. Wild lovemaking, you're wolf on the east coast shore. The water tastes salty here but sinking never crossed my mind. Even when my fingernails turn blue, i'll still feel a purpose in this world. Nature wants me to forget my time here, but I can taste the sands of every morning spent. My wolf is not good at giving me sleeping lessons. Laying on the sands of time, we close our eyes awake. We are conscious so as to infuse each day with passion. It's good to have fire, not to be consumed by it. I am dying a stellar death.