Screaming into the wind.
It’s been a bit fast and furious on here recently hasn’t it?
I had a burst of anger and it needed venting and now I’m just hoarse and tired of screaming into the wind when my words are stolen and twisted into pale echoes and no-one listens. No-one sees that the shadows in the water are the sharks, waiting out there for the unwary. No-one sees the No Swimming signs and that same wind blows them down, or lifts the sand to scour them free of my words.
So I write in the sand and the tide comes in and washes it all away. I carve it deeper and still the tide and the wind take my power away and I’m left raw and hurting and wondering why we bother sometimes.
I need tea and cake, and a break from shark watching. Back when something catches my eye again, and at that point it’ll probably be fast and furious again.
Watch the tideline….
