I've always thought of the ocean as beautiful,
A representation of serenity and calm.
Whenever I was conflicted with thoughts,
You could find me at the ocean side,
Letting the water carry my thoughts while I watched them drift away.
A clear head.
My peace.
My safe haven.
I love the ocean.
I look upon the ocean with contempt in my heart,
Hatred taking root deep in the seabed where it can never be dug up.
Everything that goes wrong I blame on the ocean,
Because it's the only thing that separates us.
It's the ocean that has taken you so far from me—
An endless mass of space, silence, and neglect.
I still go down to the ocean side,
But not because I expect you to come down and ask me what's wrong
And comfort me once more,
But because I beseech it to bring you back to me.
I hate the ocean.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 8:32 AM UTC
I've always thought of the ocean as beautiful,
A representation of serenity and calm.
Whenever I was conflicted with thoughts,
You could find me at the ocean side,
Letting the water carry my thoughts while I watched them drift away.
A clear head.
My peace.
My safe haven.
I love the ocean.
I look upon the ocean with contempt in my heart,
Hatred taking root deep in the seabed where it can never be dug up.
Everything that goes wrong I blame on the ocean,
Because it's the only thing that separates us.
It's the ocean that has taken you so far from me—
An endless mass of space, silence, and neglect.
I still go down to the ocean side,
But not because I expect you to come down and ask me what's wrong
And comfort me once more,
But because I beseech it to bring you back to me.
I hate the ocean.
long distance regrets
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