Billows that rocked the shore were roaring with complete control. Recklessly and loudly. Unbearable angst and violence he so often channeled. Unnoticed went the shared ambition, even though its release was gimmicky. The savage waves gathered force, broadened its width of swing of individual particles, as they showed no mercy by breaking him on the stony beach. Deep emotions lay silent as a fleet of white warships ravaged in midstream. The fate that was before him was enough to make him wish he could tell her one more time, “If I could just wake up to your eyes, one last time. Hold you one last time to try and shake these sad feelings of mine.”
“A kiss only to not get one back.”

I grab two grenades. Tear out the pins. And hurl them over me…