Rest Easy Fellow Traveler

And its constant, like a forgotten to be turned off faucet. The stream of thoughts, flowing through my mind. The waves look serrated and dangerous
Yet they curl white at the tip, ever so invitingly. And ill let you gulp from my ideas as im pouring out thoughts. A glass for everyone, refills are free, refills are never frowned upon. Drink it up, drink it in, shake loose every drop, tap the side of the cup even. Clasp the sides of your head, wallow in creativity. Ambiguous, ambivalent, uncertain, you know you've bitten off more than you can chew. More than your simple mind can handle. I have always known, you weren't capable of slightly grasping even a sip of the ocean, that is my mind. Boundless, forever free. Untamed, even by me. My mind is a treacherous sea My secrets = the waves incapable of reaching shore This is all too much for a person such as yourself, floating face down, with your mind reborn.

Now, washed up on the shore, rest easy traveler. You lay bayside, your robes are tattered and torn. Your face weathered together with a frozen, out flanked expression In synchronization with your surroundings. The night is bitter
Nipping at your every appendage. A breeze,nay, a gust of brisk air. Whirling and snapping, branches along side homes.
So much destruction as I rummage among your remains. Your chest lays still, every orifice, motionless. What has brought you to such an unforgiving place? If one were asked to name it, yours truly would reply
"heaven". For that is where I am among the shores of my thoughts. In utter peace and tranquility.