Every wave strikes me, hitting me harder than the last. As the waves recede, they take a portion of me with them; as if they are attempting to drag me to my death. I wait for the day I get taken out to sea. It will be soothing, yet eerie. The sun will slowly seem to disappear from sight and then all is not calm. Sooner than I hope the largest wave hits me. It suffocates me, I do everything to keep fighting, keep breathing, but eventually the storm overpowers the ship. I'll end up sinking before anyone has the chance to rescue me.
Emotion ocean.