the first time we kissed I had fresh cuts on my wrist
"The ocean pushes the sand onto the beaches. It builds the beaches up during storms. It makes the beach strong and large and full of sand. Then slowly the waves lick at it and slowly the waves will pull the beach from itself. Grain by grain. Until the beach is gone and all thats left is rocks. The rocks represent what is whole and what stays true. The sand will come and go just like people in society will, just like the ugly image we give ourself as humans. It will come and go. The norms. The way we act and the music and culture we bring to this world. It all comes and goes. But just remember it does build us up. But it also has the strength to break us all the way down. You have to respect a power so strong, not hate it. Realize its immense and hating will go nowhere but make more hate in the world. The world doesn’t need anymore hate. It needs more honesty."