When a wave of sadness, the tides of hopelessness, thunder of my regrets and a loud sound reminding me of my mistakes.
A storm is about to happen and I feel myself getting sea sick.
As always, I hope to survive another hurricane where all my flaws and insecurities collide all at once.
I am sailing through the ocean, where my destination is finding genuine love and happiness. A place where it may not even exist. I am like a pirate looking for treasure throughout all these years, only to find out that there was no treasure to begin with in the first place.
I sense the disappointment all around me on the sea shore and I swear my tears is as deep as the ocean. And if you ever get to swim through it, you might see my tragic past and sorrows. It remains floating on the ocean waiting for it to wash over me.