What if my roots are un-rooting? What if all along my soil has been sand and shallow and that's just who I am. What if the foolish man just loved the ocean so much that he had to live by it to breathe and his house was just a shelter. Maybe he didn't even care that it all washed away because he was still by the waves that he loved. What about his heart?
What if what is up is down and it is all really okay.
I am searching for the right way to put it, how I am shaken and the sea is chaos with big and power but I feel the most quiet, and incredible happiness, and I'm not worried that it's going to go away again this time.
This is a place holder, a record of my remarkable life. On this day I felt profoundly okay, and I know the way home.