Cargo ships, full of equipment.. braces himself for an emotional overload.
Casualty by casualty the shrewd embraces your sharpening sword in their backs, victim blaming reverse racism kinda like passive aggressiveness is his badge of honor.Horizontally going in stagnation.
Not fully aware that going through life vertically preserves A loving joy of who we are letting go of what ideals hold us in the misery….
And holding tight of the light… the blessings.
Cargo ships turtle footing with the impeded, the mission defeated.
We constantly pick the pain every time, do we not realize life is right before our eyes?
Not understanding we make our own fairytales, why wait for someone to just come around?
Why desperately look for tomorrow when it’s right now?
As I look upon cargo ships who take their sweet time with the waves that are in the highest of currents,
As recurring tides that crashes your expectations
You are no angel either baby…..