searching for words to say, like stories i'm trying to speak,
yet nothing comes to mind, nothing but light streaks.
perhaps, it's the silence, maybe the trembling of the mind,
maybe like the tossing of waves, with you underneath.
like the ripcurls pulling you back, under the waves, it's a peaceful moment,
beneath the surface of violence, you're under the care of motion.
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