Spilled Tea

Deep Waters

Something I wrote a long time ago:

You see,
the ocean can be
a very beautiful,
unpredictable place.
So vast and pleasing to the eye,
yet treacherous at the same time.
But when I explain this to you,
it's not the ocean I'm really thinking about.
It's a tall girl,
about 5' 10" with a bubbly personality
and piercing blue eyes that coincidentally
remind me of the crashing waves of the sea.
The ocean is quite a sight,
you see,
but the next minute you could be drowning
as waves pull you deeper and deeper
with water filling your lungs.
To me
she is like the ocean,
her waves the prettiest you've ever seen.
But once you got pulled in
the waters were quite chaotic,
throwing you carelessly among them.
Eventually the storm would clear
and you'd be just looking at the calm waters,
sitting on the beach with your toes
digging into the sand.
But then the sun would become too bright,
burning your skin red.
The sand would get too hot
and you'd want back into the water.
So you'd go to where
the sea meets the shore
and you'd run,
splashing as you went
and laughing as the comfortable coolness
enveloped your body.
Soon you'd crave the roughness
that the ocean provided
when you were being tossed about.
From afar and close up,
it is beautiful.
But once you're swimming in it,
trying to keep your head above the water
with storm clouds beginning to form,
it would drag you in less than gentle.
It was addictive,
though.
You'd always want the thrill
of being in those waves,
similar to a drug addict wanting their high.
Once the storm started making the waters churn, you'd gratefully let them take you under.
You wouldn't be able to breathe
because of the way her eyes affected you,
the way they resembled the color of water,
and her laugh echoing in the wind.
So you'd let her waters take you.
Deeper.
And deeper.
Until they had pulled you completely under.