Floating around in salted water
Waiting for the beginning
And the beginning has already begun
The salted water bursts and life presents
Filling a pail with salted water
Running through the innumerable sands
Trying to escape experience's burning
With baptism in the salted water
Exchanging salty fluids
In the backseat of a car
With someone half forgotten
Through loss of salted tears
We are mainly salted water
The science teachers say
And as the sands do dribble
The salt replaces water
Until like Lot's wayward woman
Our actions turn salty tower.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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