Occupation: Beach Bum

I miss all the beaches where I can actually swim, body surf, surf, and enjoy the sunshine: Sitting on the sand with water dripping from my hair; feeling the heat of the sun evaporating the water on my body; seeing the traces of salt on my arms; listening to the rhythm of the ocean; enjoying life without a care in the world. The ocean has that kind of power on me. I have been to so many beaches that I have lost count. My favorite ones are definitely the ones in Hawaii. I MISS THEM!


A look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.

Your seemingly intrusive gaze speaks more than I can ever hope for. They say eyes are the windows to the soul but somehow, in some way, all I see is my mere reflection. Inexplicable. Inconceivable. Power that cannot be fathomed. I try to look away but fail miserably. Your enchanting, seductive, and irresistible smile has made me an insignificant insect manipulated by, and controlled in, the palm of your hand. I have lost. I have lost myself. I have become a lab rat in an endless maze chasing shadows and ghosts. Reality is drifting further away and I can no longer decide right or wrong, love or hate, which sounds romantic, in a weird way. So much to say, so little time. Unable to stay, unwilling to go. Mind, body, and soul, not sure which way I’d go. Waiting, and waiting. Wishing, and understanding. Will there be a happy ending?