Thoughts volley between the gusts, swaying surrounding palm trees with ease.
How hard can life really be when you're pondering on a beach?
So much room to breathe.
In the city you absorb a little of everyone else's struggle with every passing shoulder bump.
No apologies follow, just keep on pushing.
Functional claustrophobia.
I've been idle on the beach, been productive in the the bustle.
Vice and versa, with vices and verses.
Everywhere is the same, just a different scene--at least that's how it always seems....
Multi-layered parallels.
Coast to Coast to Coast and back.
The whole time my head and my heart where the only places I was really at.
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