BY BEAU PALIN
There are four people who have confronted me to a corner. One is the sea. One is the city. One is the future. And the other is me. The sea is telling me to stay beside her and stay listening to her thunderous cries forever. The city is telling me to come out with him for the endless night of waking up in unfamiliar places. The future is telling me I have everything and nothing to worry about. Me is telling me to wait until everything is clear. Who would you listen to?