Thats all I saw. Waves, waves, waves.
Just little curves in the ocean, that broke down and collapsed into themselves.
I shiver, and take a tentative sip of the warm coffee he had given me. He shouldn't have come. But I let him; It had been so simple and easy.
The coffee's bitter taste makes me feel like I'm in the ocean itself, a wondrous part of the world that still remains unexplored.
I am that. I am unexplored.
I walk along the shoreline, divulging in the darkness of the sky and the silentness of the air. I think I'd love to go one day.
Go to the waves.
Join them forever and meld into one thing, created into a atmospheric awe that is dared to be explored.
I often think about this.
I think about running out into the ocean and never coming back.
Something jolts me away.
I hate it when I dream so vividly.