what a contemplative change of wanting healing

i have a mellow, continuous kelli scarr guitar riff wrapping itself slowly around my brain, and for the first time i can remember, i'm longing for my birthtown, if only to find some small, empty part of the beach, with grasses around it, and sit by the ocean.

either way its cleansing, but i can't remember a time when i wanted the ocean more than the rain.

perhaps it's because salt heals wounds.








but i'm not hurt.
i just have a melody, perpetual and flowing as waves breaking on a shore.

-d