​We walked on the waters, we watched the white sand embrace the fury of the blue aqua, amazed, smiling foolishly, becoming the children we once were.


The Perfect Leader.

Walk slowly with your fingers tracing gently against these thick walls of water and your feet kissing the wet sand. Look, there’s a whirlpool staring at you in the eye. Don’t be afraid. You separated this ocean. You’re the guy with the stick and the voice in your head. They’re all following you. Let them drown.