…drowning in the sorrow of yesterday, its best to stand on the shore and wait to see if the drowning tears will survive the rip tide...

...fighting the tears of the rip, eyes wide open on the shore-line, muscles aching, burning away the immense heartache with every stroke… every stroke 2 to short… fading eyes shut to see the white dress Lighthouse waving the course…

…starlight beauty so intensely breath-taking, tearing swells having its way,
        focus-breathe-stroke… focus-breathe-stroke...
the ocean small world getting smaller and smaller,
        focus-breathe-stroke… focus-breathe-stroke…
feeling the sand on my skin, every cell burning numb, this was not your dream but you have always believe in me, let’s go home.