this morning #59.

this morning, while he sat cross-legged in the sunroom with whale songs swirling around, his world was burning itself to the ground. it had been a while, but it already gone down like this once before, back in his teenage years. he hadn’t handled it all that well that first time around but swore that this time would be different. there was no possible way to guarantee that at the moment, so he let the whales take over. soft clouds passed in front of the sun & then moved on. rolling waves rose & crested & fell onto the shifting beach sands & covered his stubby bare feet in foam. the tide would keep coming in though, so he made his way to higher ground.