- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
Sometimes the feelings are too great and there is no choice but to surrender and you may ask yourself 'why didn't I surrender when I had a choice?'
And you wish you had given in when the sea crawled towards you, the sand seeking the weight of your hands
But you gave in on the kitchen floor, the moon upstaged by silver-lined clouds, the fall weighing against the mock-tiled vinyl
If only you had let go of the waste in an idyllic place, surrounded – a content dot in a palette of calm
It wasn't to be that way
You chose to crawl out of a howl to find solace in the lap of the stunned silence that followed