Picture this.I am Standing on a cliff 200 miles down the oceon crashes on the beach. Iy's raining out,but you but you still want to see the sun rise or the sun set. You had a bad day at work and going by the cliff looking out on the sea sometime it's nice and clam.but today was just like your day at work,ruff,lousy,nasty.But I stand there by the cliff trying to get my words right sometimes the crumble and fall and get mixed up. I feel like the rocks below where the oceon crashes on the beach and the rocks,or anything that is litttlerdon't have a change in hel lto say what they wantto say,this big bully of a ocean is gettin his last words in by slamming on the beach. Then I wealk away still here the mea sea saying my name to come back ,to jump and we will save you, I heard that story before,But I put ear plugs in and going home,,I hear nothing,The Sounds Of Slince. AHHHHHH
I had a bad day at work,this is the only i know how to get my frusterations out by righting anything.