Emerald waves sway and splash, pushing the boat farther along. Maybe to safety, maybe home, I certainly don't know. But She does. The ocean. Mother Nature as the humans call her.
Home. Deep. Dark. Tranquil. Safe.
But there's nothing for me here. It's been years since I've seen the sun. It's always an adventure to explore the ocean.
The sun light gleams through the water's surface. Odd, it's like a hurricane out there. The green sea always thrashes, She's always angry. At who? Who knows.
The sky has always been my favorite. Deep, satin purple with blazing orange streaks. Like huge tentacles swung through it. The sun, the heathen, burning and yet comforting at the same time. Why do you hurt us—me?
I've been swimming too long. I know all the creatures. I made most of them. The sky never changes. Always there. Mocking, with those free streaks, laughing at me and full of color. How could he. How?
Humans have long since left, but I'm not empty. I'm never lost. But why do I feel so alone. What happened to me?
The sun no longer bothers me. Let it burn me for all I care. Heat and light. Nothing compared to the darkness I know. Nothing compared to the frigid ice I've met.
Why?
What is this feeling?
The green of my mother now holds its place on my skin. I too feel her longing and hatred. But at whom? Why? Why do you — no why do I churn and twist so fiercely.
Maybe I've always looked this way. Translucent, as if I was never there in the first place. Fluid, but... rigid? A soft killer. One of complete and utter danger. One who does not know right or wrong, only instinct. One that is and will be. Who am I?
Anger. That's all I can remember. At who? For what reason? When I look up, my feelings of animosity stir. But why? It's so beautiful, so sad. Why am I alone?
Maybe I should return home and start again.
