Oceans and Overthinking

Who knew the sea could be so mesmerizing

Shades of blue that dip and fly into the unknown

Such an oxymoron that will never be completely understood

Until you drop a clock into the sea and discover that time still exists in a world of oxymorons

What could the ocean do for a man like me

A man with seeds of refuge and unclear intentions

Staring at the sea didn't disappear my problems like demons scattered at the first stream of daylight

Instead they grew

A hopeless romantic crowned with jewels of self-righteousness

A journey of self-destruction rather than self-discovery

But who knew the sea was not the end of the journey nor the beginning

Potions of poison and fountains of flowers tainted the never-ending waters

I found out that the ocean could do nothing for me and everything for the world

It made me an angry man yet grateful

The ocean couldn't save me instead it would swallow me into oblivion

It would suck the life right out of me and eat me alive

Vein

by

Vein

Until my lungs would collapse in that moment

The moment of my very last breath where I would discover that I was only a man without thinking.