it disappears,
then comes back in.
like the steady waves of the ocean,
it seems so peaceful from above
but to be in it is another thing.
avoiding the waves gets tiring,
they knock you down entirely,
stronger sometimes
and weaker the next,
i seem to be drowning slowly.
drowning,
dousing myself in the salty sea,
the place that contains a recollection of the bad,
the bad is always more prominent than the good.
it's so prominent,
that i guess it causes us all to leave
and to want to never come back.
im so sorry.
