The Ocean

He walks out onto the beach, it's late at night and nobody knows where he is. He comes here when he is sad, he comes here when he is lost. This is the only place he knows.

A fragmented heart can never be healed by the person who owns it. Only the person that has overdrawn it or someone who has the ability to do so. This night at the ocean he is not in search of a remedy, only the cure.

As his bloodshot eyes watch the waves come in. Wave, approach, crash, retreat. He sees the ocean as a allegoric nirvana. It's a dark indefinite entity with countless shining opportunities but only if there is light to shine on them. Sometimes he feels like he can reach out and grab one of theses diamonds off the surface, Sometimes.

He sits down and feels the wind blow through his hair. A deep breath and a dell of thoughts. For a moment he is at peace. But just like the uniformity of the waves. the memories are endless.

There a man sits on the sand, broken hearted and full of contemplation. He thinks he can grab diamonds from the ocean. Sometimes....

Tonight is one of those nights.

He walks into the water only up to his neck, because he knows he is already in over his head. He looks aimlessly into the abyss and for awhile he sees nothing sparkling. The moon is as bright as ever, but there is nothing to be seen. Finally he turns to vainly walk out, but there behind him was one glimmering hope. It has found him.

This night at the ocean, he is not in search of a remedy, only the cure. He did not find anything, something found him. The essence of the moment brings back the person he once was.

"I can't wait till I see you again..."