Sea storm

Storms are calming yet sporadic. They tend to sooth and condone all feelings of the inner soul. The lightning serves as a light to the unforetold world below the sea. As the lightning strikes the ocean in the pitch black darkness of night, you are aware of a new sensation that works over and over in your mind. The mysterious world of the deep waters. Restless, chanting, dancing, begging u to come follow the waves to her deep warm embrace of satisfaction. The breeze, lifts your spirit. Makes it sore higher than before. The sporadic part keeps you guessing and wondering what is to come next. That sporadic-ness is what keeps you guessing, what keeps you coming back, for something, anything to hold on to. Something tangible.