there's a whole ocean of sorrow in the fist-sized heart i have, where this ocean takes up so much room that i have no space for anything else. no one can build docks to sail out from and explore my depths, because my sorrow turns into a tsunami and destroys everything that tries to make a connection.
i try to fill my small life with moments of happiness where i truly feel joy, but it's still not real. i constantly question my happiness, how long it'll feel real, how long it'll stay before the inevitable waves pull it away into the deeps. i can feel the timer on my life ticking away, each minute just as purposeless as the last. i'm going to be all alone again, with no one to turn to except the mirror, who stares back blankly, just as empty as me.
