I want to throw myself into the waves with glee spanning my clammy white skin, an antelope galloping over the turmoil that once secluded me to my towel in the sand, out of fear of all of that was greater than myself.
I want to churn rubble into butter and butter into rock, of the road and of my legs, so that the little wisps of hair curling around my ears ride turbulent currents as my wheels cut runways to horizontal skies.
