when I judge others
I only judge-
the unconscious parts of myself
the world is merely my mirror
this is enough to shut me up
but the resentment, anger,
and frustrations haven't died down
it boils at my very core
so I run
towards the seas
and the boulevard
heading to the edge
of the pier where the waves
relentlessly crash
against concrete and cement
in a perpetual movement
reminding one of nature's
never stopping motion
and that every once in a while
it does permit itself
to blow up out of proportions
ridding itself
of unsolicited...