There's a sense of purity I get out here,
out here where no one can call.
The salty air.
There's an honesty I feel out here, a vulnerability - I don't find anywhere else.
Here is to rebuild.
Hold on to what's real.
Wash away weary thoughts of pain and loss.
The sea breeze and thunderous waves
crashing on beloved faithful rock formations.
Made to transform, surpass, transcend.
Bonded as one.
A relationship I can sink into to silence my mind.
Where I see from all angles.
Purity is revealed,
and truth restored.
Copyright © Christina Clark