choppy seas

What do you do when you’re all churned up? Like the sea after a stormy night that is grey and choppy. The water in its rage has ripped seaweed from their roots and picked up debris from other beaches. Now all the mess just floats around, ducking and bobbing and going through the motions.

You feel out of it, you feel not quite in step with time. You’re back there, back where you left it. Everything points to what you could have, can have, may have but it’s not for sure.  Not yet. So you’re bobbing on your waves of emotions, feeling a little queasy. When you’re used to calm, clear, smooth days, this feels rough.


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