Swimming in the ocean I cryed full of my thoughts.
The molecules accumulate as the frustration drowns my lonely mind.
I saw a glimmer of hope at the end of the current, but it left just as fast as it came, just like all the other ones. My thoughts are like waves.
They drag me back to the beginning.
The beginning of the misery that slowly, like a tear, runs down my spine.
And I feel it.
So closely.
So detailed.
So vivid.
It's there, and there it will remain, until I stop crying my thoughts away to waste.
