The sea with its glory and beauty inspires me.
The ever changing faces of the sea, never the same but ever loved if only I were the sea. My many faces would not be scorned but adored and gazed upon. I've heard the sea referred to as such a majestic, life full creature, yet it can take man's most powerful vessels and dash them to piece, swallow and keep them. Of course, the sea lets us find these demolished hasbeens, but never gives them back.
Crashing my organs into a brisk soup of sea. My blood runs blue with its water. Give me a drink of its salty liquid, it will taste like home.
