The Weight Of The Timeless Ocean

Sometimes, I feel like an ocean... Don't You?

Never ending string of emotions are dragged through the surface of my mind, like the wind that caresses the ocean's skin, thus creating sickening swirling inside it. This chaos in my soul, burst from within in a form of a gigantic wave, crashing back on the worlds shores in a form of sentences. Different letters form words, not always the one's I mean... yes... I'm a human not a dream. Each and every second of a storm they are growing like a predator worse than the great white shark - always ready to attack at the very first drop of any mind's blood. Without taking a second look at his victim. What has left of him, anyway. But that's not the worst predator that the ocean is home to. Sirens. The real-life goddesses with pierced hearts. Feeling nothing. Seeing right through you, like you would look through a spider-web to see the sunset. Yet with their songs they're making each and every sailor feel truly in love again, by bringing harmony to them. Alas! As soon as the sailor touches their honey-like lips, that are impossible to resist, seductive, flirtatious - the deadly creatures rip his beating heart out of his chest drowning it with them. That's why love seeking is a curse, leaving one with a ripped out heart. Isn't it?

Also, as any ocean does, mine hides secrets that no man has ever dreamed of: centennial, dark, impossible to imagine. Like secret crevices of a sunk Titanic, drowned and ceased to exist together with the captain. It weighs me down, like the ship's metal walls, and bodies of hundreds of souls weighs the earth that holds the ocean.

Needless to say, no human being was brave enough to dive that deep into this ocean; had the lung capacity to continue the journey down. Not even the most skilled diver or the bravest marine. They either broke back, stopped breathing, or got terrified and left. Some had to be brought back to the shore, if you could start to see them through, like the paper that got wet in a matter of seconds after the very first drop of water. 'Twas done to save them, so that another soul's body wouldn't drag the ocean more, so that this piece of paper wouldn't melt until there was almost nothing left of him. Just a name, a memory, that will live on together with the timeless ocean till the day it'll finally dry out.

May the ocean inside surround you with peaceful happiness.

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