Fragments

Sea you

The strong waves are clashing with the pillars, slowly wearing it down. The winter air was tonight—sharp, relentless, ungrateful. Maybe even deceitful to the core. Definitely deceitful.

"Damn, it's dark already? This winter sure is though. Or... was it tough." I muttered to myself.

The sea who I gaze at, was usually calm and collected, vanished. Leaving the restless feeling behind. Maybe it's just fluke. ...Fluke? Is fluke a word?

I sometimes wonder, who are they really? Why do they deserve to be like this?

"And sometimes I wonder... will I? Will you? — No? No," I remarked to him or to no one. Trying to find a — what's it called? ...Wrongdoer? ...Reason?

"Uuuh... My head, it's... it's not working anymore, I shouldn't — or should stop staring at now it." The words fell out heavy. Words are heavy?

"But I can— or cannot leave. Not now" I softly declared to myself, tightening my hands together in an effort to prolong something. Uuuh... Good? ...Heat? ...Nothing?

I stare at the sea once again.

"Who is you, sea? Why isn't you good?" I asked.

Sea... No respond. (See, no response)

Sea splash me with water.

I stand up. Shivering.

"Wha... What just happened? What I was thinking?" I say to myself, not sure what exactly happened.

I laugh intensely, not sure what to do anymore.

Maybe I should leave immediately.

...Or maybe n...

Thump  

(Maybe I plan to continue little bit)