Her smile is like the ocean,
chaotic and beautiful.
With the waves crashing against the shore,
in tears of happiness and pain and chaos.
Salt and the sea,
stuck in a haze of fog with nowhere to go
and nothing to be.
Breaking the wake with motivation,
and sense of purpose.
She knows where she belongs.
They say there is chaos in beauty and beauty in chaos,
but how does a parched throat combat wet salty lips without consequence?
Where does the sanity adhere to the madness, when the ocean strikes?
Midnight blue sky and dark waters,
with the sun kissing the horizon.
The ocean is a paradox,
like her smile.
Beauty within the madness,
Sanity in the consequences.
