Home. What is home? We all have our different definitions of what home is. My home is not a house, significant other, or family. My home is the deep blue ocean. I belong with the ocean. I belong with the calm and soothing waters that take up most of the space on Earth. The ocean is a healer. It's salty waters heal much more than anyone on this planet can see. It heals the soul. When I'm in the ocean I forget about everything I've ever known. I forget everyone I've met, every experience I've had, and everywhere I've been. In the ocean I am a new person. I enter a new world. I am shocked with nothing but exhilarating energy and endless love for the oceans' depth. I'm happiest when I'm in the ocean. I relate to it more than anything. "How am I similar to the deep blue?" You ask. I too, am calm. I am feared by many. I am strong, like its riptides and hurricanes. And like the ocean, I have depth. I have depth that many are scared to reach for; depth that nobody wants to see for they are terrified of what hides within my soul. While everyone may be scared of the ocean and what lies in its deep waters, I love it. I live for it. And I would consider myself lucky if a Kraken came up from the deep, grabbed me, and pulled me to the ocean floor. Then at least I could drown in something other than my own thoughts.
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drowning in my thoughts.
RandomThis book contains passages about me learning my worth, finding who I'm supposed to be, and many more deep topics I've never before written about. I hope you enjoy reading about all of my feelings, and connecting with me through your own characters...
