Go to the coast and consult with the sea, confess your secrets and allow your mind to be free. Emotional oppression dehumanizes what it means to breathe, allow yourself the privilege of feeling something that isn’t part of a plan or designed secondhand. I’ve been sailing the digital ocean for a decade, following the wind in every way it blows, for I know I am close to the gold. Standing alone on the brink of a storm, I tried to make it on my own. I found myself, but he was within someone else. I’d rather be a fool, than an idle soul.