I shift, move, make my way upon extreme waves of moods. After waiting for the lull of the tide, I cautiously float upon the stillness of the ocean, and I am overcome by the heaviness of uncertainty. Though I am relentless after the crushing sting of each passing wave, I am emotionally unmoving to the touch of the gentleness of the wind.
I swim to small uncharted islands where I lay with my naked soul as the stars whisper their stories to me over the blackened haze of the midnight sky, and I listen keenly as I greet melancholy with hushed ambivalence.