Ripples: Travelling Waves

Ocean waves, sound waves, light waves, brain waves…

My life travels like ocean waves, my mind rides the waves of inspiration that occur on those rare windy days. Nothing changes; ripples spread out infinitely to nothingness and the tide comes in. Come morning, the sea is still. All that remains is what washed up on the shore while the world slept…

If this blog ceases to exist one day, the wave I am riding on right now must have calmed. There are those stale days where the sea is a mirror of the sky but I know that when one wave dies, another one is bound to start rolling again.


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