The sea is deep, it could drown shallow hearts, it could bury secrets. However, the waters do not forget. Someday whatever silence buried neath its icy tendrils, will be uncovered and would learn to speak the truth again.
It would come crashing at our doorsteps and we've no choice but to drown in it. It would muffle our pleas and excuses, sweeping away the muck and debris. And when the waves cease to ravage we'd either find ourselves standing on solid ground or caught by the tumult and drift away for solitude like an iceberg.
When the waves come crashing, we've no choice but to welcome the waters. We've no choice but to feel the strain in our lungs.
For in drowning there will be peace to be found.
