There's a place
down beneath the legs of the pier,
where the water hits the ocean floor
and the sirens silence their songs.
It's dark, down there.
Everything is blue and green and black
and you can't see your hand
but you can see the eyes of everything.
Nothing really matters in that place,
you're just a part of the ocean,
blended on the canvas with the seaweed and the stars.
Just you and the sea.
There's a wind down there,
or maybe it's a current.
Who really knows?
What's a current anyway?
You can swing your eyes about and see
everything you've ever regretted in your life:
All those things you never did
and all the things you'll never do.
You will never be good enough
to be a part of this sea.
A part of this place.
When your lungs run out, it will continue without you.
Really, who're you fooling?
All you are is ten fingers and a nose.
And that is all
because deep down, fear is simply animal,
just like the seahorses that are eating your brain.
That's all you'll ever be,
regret. And nothing else.
Because no one is coming to save you.
You are a part of the ocean,
but you don't deserve it.
Sweetpea, you're a pearl.
You're a star, and the ocean's snuffed you out.
**I had a dream last night that I got up from sitting with them. We were happy and my dad came and we stood on the pier. And there was a beautiful place and i stepped towards it and suddenly the pier wasn't there and all there was was ocean. Nobody came to save me. I know they saw..**
