Out in the cold, with foam, with what washes up...we stand facing the waves, and in silence, we stood facing the ocean as it rushes in and lifts us off our feet, pushing us towards the shore -we swim.  We swim passed the late hours, and meteors going the opposite way.  We say nothing about the passed month, or what we're doing tomorrow, or after this dip, and feeling the sand shifting beneath our feet, we say nothing about the times we let each other down, or the ignored calls we "missed."

   Nothing matters out here -feeling the waves pull your body, feeling the waves take you under the stars.  Letting go of the fear, and want to control, with her standing next to you, with her equally on the level.  It's the time in my life that I lived young, and refused to age -kicking in the water, and going with the flow, it's the times you give up, and stop doubting yourself, stop doubting your ability to move passed the fear, and into the unknown, into the place where you're taken and focused on an outcome, a need to stand and breathe the air of calm waters and miles to yourself.  Get to that place, and I'll see you there..