I am the ocean, and all of you are fascinated by my depth and my emptiness, but you are too afraid to plunge in deep to learn more about me. You float in the shallows and say you love my salty tears - you love my waves and you the love the beautiful shells I churn out. You are aware there are monsters deep within me, but you make no attempt to see them face-to-face. You are happy in your ignorance and I wrap myself around you as you frolic in the perfection you see at my surface and ignore the horrors you know are there. I kiss you like I kiss the shoreline, pulling away, yet always rushing back. You ignore the fact that I swallow the light every night, and I am controlled by the forever changing moon. You do not know everything about me, but maybe that's for the best. Knowledge would not be power in this case; knowledge would suck you into the inky depths of my madness and cause you to drown. I am the ocean and you are simply someone who passes by - and I do not blame you for this one bit, not even at all.
Sometimes I need to be alone, just to make sure I still can. I've been so wrapped in my new surroundings that I hardly recognise myself. I laugh louder than ever, and feel greater love than I dare to admit, and though the world does it's best to straddle me, I remain calm, focused on the journey ahead, and the obstacles I know I'll have to face. I'm sure I can be the one to set them free, to rise above and beyond, and reach the unreachable. I can feel it somewhere in my bones, buried deep beneath the rubble of walls I shattered to get to where I am. Life seems as perilous as ever, and the decisions I'm faced with every day take a bigger toll with each passing moment. Though there is a only but a slim chance that I truly touch the sky, it still shines as bright as it was the instant it was born, and the hope that it will one day take me where I want to go, burns a fire in my heart and ignites the sleeping soul.
