the sea

Walking into the sea the blackness calls echoing the world and its depth,
A mirror of tunes of tales of the lived and living.
The girl searching for a soul, for a hand to hold and help to fucking save her from this bleak world of self hatred and blinding misunderstaning.

A scream so desperate, so alive, yelling at death!
" Why does it have to be so hard to leave everything behind? Why can't the sea suck away the senses: float, dissapear, be nothing."

Standing sending tears to the moon...
"God, God, God! Why have you forsaken me?"
Words of a story, a man, words for a world with no esape from fantasy!

Waves lap and curl, crippling and cold.
The heart shudders.
The human is weak, begging to be strong enough to carry out this deserate act.
Maybe in this search for transcendence she will find something?
Anything to hang on to!
To have, to hold, to chersish and not to run.

The depths beckon as the blackness burns brghter but the silence is too eternal.
No answer.
No serephin, nymph or white horsse.
The water ceases its tug.
The land is too obvious.

He waits.
Tentitive.
The scared girls stirrs...

Over.
Time for retreat.
A moment passed.
Life lived.
Hands held.
Failed failure.
The journey of the sea.