Sailing Through


Coronado Beach
United States

Sand in my pockets, skipping off my fingers, and stuck in my eyelashes, under my tongue and between my teeth.

"How could you ever become a Doctor, computer scientist, lawyer, anything, if you have a 3.2 GPA? Nevermind, it's my fault, you're just a stupid kid."

Water creeping in through the crevices of these mesh plaid shorts. Seams drenched, drowned. But why do these waves rule you, while you can still breathe and feel the salt burn in your eyes?

It is time. Remove an arm from the beach soil. Lift a leg. Take a breath and rise.

Awaken and evince the apathy of your broken self. Scuff those sleeves and shake this doomed vsage off. You will be purged of everything, tonight. Levitate and bloom, a nova above the sand.

"It does not matter how slow you go, as long as you do not stop"

Your counterparts did well by day and slept to good rest by night, but another opportunity awaits you.
You shall burst out, into the moonlight solstice, a single explosion, a High-School rebel redeemed.

I am ready to lift the world.


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