Before you I was sitting on a raging ocean, no boat to be found, just me sitting on the top of angry waters. Watching my life pass me by, praying someone came along and made the sitting a little easier. A little softer, a little more comfortable to float upon. As I sat there and prayed I wondered if continuing to live, continuing to breathe was even worth it. There were times the water felt a little safe, a little warm, a little shallow. Most times it was almost 10 feet deep, dark and crashing. This ocean is my mind. It is a place i don't feel safe, but how do you run away from yourself? The first time the ocean ever stilled was when you skimmed your fingers along the surface. It stopped in time. That has never happened before. I froze almost blinded by the way a simple graze of your fingers could stop the vexed ocean. You have stopped the pain of living if only for a moment. If i could wish for anything and know it would come true, id wish for you to stay.