The Story Behind Hobbes

i always knew there was something about the ocean…

though it…seems so far away…it’s closer than the given notion

it’s motion so sexual and sensual…unintentional… it couldn’t just be water…

harbored hate of lost love in the form of waves crashing against jagged boulders of smoldered fires from relationships that failed to rekindle… yet so simple as to symbolize the unified movement towards finding that one seashell washed to shore…

so beautiful as to make one stare from behind glistening windows that over look a calm ocean view..with a fragrance potent enough to overcome that of a scented candle whose flame had caused wax to cry worm shapes down the stem and drip freely from an oaken dresser…

but lesser…such a deceitful body, precious in distance…precious and possessive of sharks and killer whales to which so many women and… some men fear… easily comparable to the lust that excites adultery and births cheaters and heart breakers…

profusely gentle…as much as to allow romance an opportunity to exist…however in one twist…fierce and violent…almost with intent to bring a degree of agony slightly greater than our typical pain…those pains that remind us that we are still alive… those minor wounds that seem so insignificant..and still sting furiously….

this ocean…this massive world…this breathing metaphor…this liquid that contains so much of which man will never grasp or understand…so many areas uncharted…

it must be love and water….

I swear they are gonna be the death of me…I wonder how long anybody can put up with my shit before they just say fuck it and leave???