I feel like I’m losing myself here.
I should take a step back before the waves catch the legs of my jeans.
You know how I hate having them wet and cold around my ankles.
It drives me mad.
I have to learn to release love into infinity.
Such as the waves that caress the sand and never linger.
Never expecting yet always giving.
Then,
Most possibly,
I might not be as blue as the sea before me.
Jeans is type of garment that not beach friendly..