[art] barbed wire beaches

They keep their first bodies in the suitcases, drag it carelessly on those scrubbed streets, hot pavement that pushes the trees into far corners, humans that fetishize the land and its elements, abuse and ride and suck out the warmth of the sun before the cold, dark days invade - water frozen over, and the red-cheeked drunkards flock to another eternal summer.

A town that feeds on aging bodies, the lure is packed with sugar for a fattened ego. 

The youth of summer is addicting, makes the white shine brighter off of luxury boats, rods attacked to them like spears. Strange machines that are children of wealth and fortune.

Murky waters that have heard all sorts of priceless secrets and will keep them until they retune back, washed up on the shore like eroded pebbles. Picked up and selected to be in the breast pocket of an angel.

Being close to the elements is a power source for a battery that is more vital than we ever imagined. 

We are not charged by work or any silly human invention, but of the world around us. True fulfillment is found in the dirt, and it will always come back to the dirt, water, air. 

Climbing all the stairs in your life and the view, you see how united everything is. Even with the pain and sorrow, up high, it’s all one organism. Each step takes the entire body to conquer.