Bipolar Ocean

The sun is rising...or is it setting?
Looking through squinty, pointed eyes to decipher the meaning.
Is it beauty? Is it destruction? Is it another orgasmic moment to capture and then murder what is left of my soul?

The tide moves in and out, rising and falling.
I watch them, feeling my heart move with the motion of it all.
Beautiful destruction, which is fate.
Nature and emotion, altogether breathtaking.

I hate it, I love it.....the addiction is powerful, undeniable.
Who can truly describe the desire to die and the exhilaration of life in one breath?
Yes, the ocean.
It's bipolar too.