You are priceless
but you’re not faultless.
You are the embodiment
of the human sin.
And your soul twists
itself with a grin.
Your body is pain
covered with skin.
It is all so natural,
right and factual.
But the wind still pushes
your head to the sea. why?
what do you think it means
to be free.
If not letting the world
touch you gently…
July 2014
Pele Meets the Sea by John Foster
twists + turns 