The philosophy of my thoughts

The sea

The mighty sea asked, "who dares to wander my land this late at night?"

I replied, "I, I feel with you every wave that grows larger and larger, I feel it, I feel you"

The sea is a deep mystery, with waves that show its anger, frustration, a deep pit filling itself with rage.

I sympathize with it, just as the sea scream and bangs its wavy fists on the sand corns hoping to get some recognition and attention, it finds out that no one truly cares. No one flutters their eyes at it. They pass by and wander into their own deepest pit of thoughts and ideas.

Just as the sea is in rage, my deepest self starts crawling into its grey and fragile corner glued together by my hopes and dreams we both bang our fists at the sand screaming, "Oh God, why is everything falling apart? Why am I in the middle of this complex world? Why can't I climb back inside my mother's womb?".

Every tear dancing its way around my plumb cheeks feel like I'm grabbing and pulling at my skin. rubbing the open, bloody wound at the grainy, granule small shards of wet broken down stone fragments.

The only thing that can feel my open wounded arm is the sea which hits itself against the sharp stone fragments every second, the sea.

xoxo a smart intellectual