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Dec 2014
They Call me the Ocean.
Maybe to people that means how large of a man I may be.
Or they are confused by my physical form,
because I don't look like an Ocean.
But believe me I am the ocean,
and you are the ******* puddle.
On the ground outside right now.
You only last for a few hours, even if that.
Your depth is not one that can equal the ocean.
We can explore all your insides within one second.
I can take one step and be all the way through you already.
To make you it takes one single rain cloud.
To make me, you can't replace this.
No matter how many rain clouds there are in world.
You can't remake this for the entirety of our existence.
Yes there may be other oceans in the world, but I am part of them.
There is only 4 oceans, but we can't count how many puddles there are.
The only thing within you can be shown on the surface.
You merely reflect the little world around.
But if you were to look at me.
You would see the reflection of the whole entire sky line.
See that's where everything stops with you.
The mere reflection of what's around you.
But with me.
Everything isn't taken so literally.
That within every little drop is a part of the ocean.
The deeper you dive the easier it is to tell what's different.
With a puddle you need not explore, but simply walk by.
But the ocean, you can never find it all.
You can only find so much.
People have tried since the beginning of time.
They only know that I am deep.
They don't know what's all within me,
and maybe they never will...
I think this is how the world is, there is so many people in the world, but most of them are puddles, they lack so much, and there are oceans and they have so much to them, but there are so few.
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
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