Waves wash over me. Again and again. And I pray that they'll drown me. They get higher every time, crashing down on me. It feels like a freight train slamming into a concrete wall. Again and again. It never stops. Yet all I do is sit and take the pain. All it takes is one move and I'd be out of the way. One simple move. "Throw yourself out of the way," they say, yet I sit here and take the pain, feel the waves. It's rhythmic at this point, I've learned to predict the chaos. Over and over again. It never stops. It never fucking stops. My body goes cold and I look up at the stars as the waves hit over and over again. Even in this state and I can appreciate the stars. The waves keep coming in, harder and faster and stranger. I pray that this is my end, I've never felt the waves like this. All at once it feel like the whole ocean crashes upon me and then it stops. The water is calm again. I open my eyes and sit up in the water. There he is. The moonlight shinning over me. The only thing that protects me. I take his hand and smile, then everything goes black. I guess I was never meant to leave my ocean.
