ArtInCrochet

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                                               The skies stay grey here.....darkening sometimes, funneling.......storming..... Water below catches the  pageantry  uneasiness as high tide....rises up, crashes hard...frothing up as  rabid fangs.  Ocean tries to mirror the reflection by turning into a metallic liquid  that looks menacing, uninhabitable....sequestered. Sky is desolate & life in water quivers deeper to survive...day after day  There are but only flickers of calmness..when the sky cracks up to let in the sunlight....encompassing the entire planet in gold. Water returns to it's candor of cerulean beauty...........................briefly.   Breathe, breathe, breathe...........take it in forcefully.....let it out slow.....abate it like a waning moon....it would have been conceivable only if it could have lasted for few days.....at best. Pass

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share..... Neither the ocean, nor a wave..                                                                  Thou art only a drop in the sea...                                                                  Although thine is a jouncy ride...                                                                  SERENITY defines ye ..... Just like waves...unceasing...back & forth....forceful at times & calmer other times...but persistent nonetheless....muddying the sand out, cleaning it on the way back in....relentless....endless...limitless        Like a zombie apocalypse, marching towards you in numbers, making bovine noises....uhhhhhhhhhhhggggghhhh...while footslogging towards you... ....Benumbed either we fight or take a flight..all to no avail. This unconscious inclination has taught us but one thing that either way you lose.  Try gashing zombie in the eye but it will str