Everything Is In the Sea

No matter how hard I try, everything runs into me. As light as a floating cloud or as deep as the raging sea, I love a good laugh from a comedy movie. When everything runs into the sea, I will be at the bottom, where the coral reef meets the plant eater, I am flesh driven by emotions. The whirlpool will swallow me up to the core of my well being. I try really hard to be fascinated by my object that I instantly wished for, would do me good to steel and eat it. From the heavens above, to the washed away fragments of the uneaten particules that drift ashore, I face nothing but fear and anxiety, in my own life .