staring out at the ocean as it stretches its liquid surface to the horizon
so open and full of mystery
a single gull circles and dives to sit atop the rolling water
been sitting here so long I can not tell if it is the water lapping at the land or the other way around
I scream as loud as I can but the sound gets eaten up by the crashing of the waves
dip a finger in and feel the cold darkness grasp my hand
a lonely looking figure stares up at me from the water
beckoning me in to sink below the surface
to a place where pain no longer has a home