Tidal

today is ebb. it is the withdrawl. it is the pulling away from the coast and everything that stood solid in life. it is the precursor to the shitstorm waiting at the door.

you can feel the immensity of what's to come behind you. its shadow creeps across the ground engulfing yours. and it is silent.

and then it isn't anymore.

the end of ebb is the beginning of flow.

it is the rushing forward despite all attempts to slow down. it is the fearlessness of all obstacles in the way. and it is the courage in knowing that there is but one moment which will define it, and then it is over.

and so begins the cycle again.

it is knowing that there is no good and no bad, only halves that make sense of the other. it is knowing that without down there can be no up. it is the constant belief that everything happens for a reason, and even if we don't know what that is, it is the perseverance to keep this cycle going, no matter how dizzying the cycles can get.