The memories come and go in waves...
Sometimes I wish the tide will take me away...
But all it does is rock the boat.
Destroying any foundation keeping me afloat.



I wish I can forget,

this ocean of regret.

But no matter how hard I try,

the liquid leaks through every crack left unrecognized.



I rush, trying to patch up what remains,
but all this is done in vein.
My future slips through my fingers
as the past slips into present.

Even if I somehow stop every leak...

I can't remove the water already in me.

The weight slowly making me sink,



into the dark depths...