Sometimes I think about things—

Things that will never be seen again.

Like the beach.

You will never see the exact identical beach 

Ever again 

The waves come and go 

Washing and adjusting the sand 

Creating new coastlines 

With each swift sweep of the ocean

Leaving things completely new 



That is how I wish each day arose

Completely new 

None of the baggage of the previous day 

No heartache 

No pain 

No memories 

Just a clean slate to start over on

Forcing you to make each day the best it can be. 

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