Shut Up And Listen - Heejake

Water as cold as ice. Melting into it's touch. The sting on your fingers as you dip your hand into the icy cold water wanting more. Feeling how gentle it is. Letting yourself get consumed by it. Sitting at the beach and watching the calm water. Then Waves pounding at you without mercy. A storm making the waves higher and all of it engulfs you. Soon you can't endure the water anymore. You leave and forgot about it, completely forgetting about how it made you feel like and never going back. After this ordeal, you come home to cry. Tears coming out of your eyes everyday, making a new feeling of resentment stir around in your stomach.

This is called Love.