"There was a problem still echoing in the back of my mind. Lingering like the white foam and all the crap washed ashore on the shoreline. And the waves where just not that intruiging to look at. But then I found this poem and my troubled mind was at ease because it was exactly what I needed. That writer, those wise words, was exactly on point and I'm able to go on living. I'm able to see the beauty of the sea again. I'm one step closer to what I want. What I need.
I want to start filling the blanc spaces between small talk with words of feelings and emotions, explotions, again. Because that's what makes my heart tick and without it I'm no longer myself and I don't really like small talk anyway."