When people go to the beach
And stare endlessly at salt water
What do they look for?
Are they looking for answers?
Solace in the unknown?
A hug that won’t be scorned at?
A place to drop tears where they belong?
A space where judgement does not exist?
When people go to the beach alone
And smile amidst endless downloads
Of shamelessly buried human dung
What do they look for?
Fresh air?
Peace?
Or hope that they will be okay.
– Winniefred F. Gbemuotor
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