The Great Sea

It feels so good until the waves swallow you whole.

I wonder what comes first, the thought that you're actually drowning, or the quick burst of air that fills your lungs soon after.

Sometimes realisation isn't as swift as we hope it'd be.

This sea is almost an ocean, I cannot help but pour more in.

I wonder why I care, I see through it anyway.

When all you think you needed was just one breath to stay afloat.

It will be taken away.

This is an endless cycle of inspiration and disappointment.

As one dies, another is reminded of it's fate.

The sea has become us, we've become the sea.

This is but the first wave.

Realisation will never be as quick.

So I began with the end in mind.


Caes