Sunny Rock Respite

We're all just turtle people. caught Caught up in the beating fists of a whirlpool. Scrambling for the same sliver of sun rock... This is what we all have in common. Many will never taste the sweet moss. Slipping under the foam-forever lost. Others make it at the expense of others. Climbing over backs to reach higher ground. There's no honor in this. Just when some have found their sliver of warmth... the rock begins to shift. Warmth is tossed back into the cold froth... again.