Beach.

Its funny, the things I think about that I will put them here on the blog, as soon as I start writing I forget. It’s too soon the old age should be hunting me. Perhaps it’s something similar to that astigmatism, having problems focusing.

I was at the beach yesterday morning around 8, me and mateen, the only good thing left about the beach is the breeze. Once the dignified beautiful ocean and beach… now only looks like a horrible trash, smelly, dull colored poisonous.