• My mind is like a turning sea.
    Ideas arrive with a shift in the wind and crash into the shore.
    The thought then dissipates into the depths of my mind,like any other soon forgotten.

    But once the sea is warmed by the Sun, my mind is stirred by the fiercest of storms.
    They batter the shore leaving weathered marks, my memories are born.

    As time moves forward new memories will arrive.
    And the shore will seep into the unforgiving sea.
    A battle fought by the sea and shore.
    One with only to be forgotten.