I’ve never been a big fan of the ocean. The large salty unknown that works in manners that I will never understand. The way ocean tides come and go as they wish. They inch on to the shores bringing waves of familiar water as they had done from the beginning of time, as they will do until the seas dry out. It’s funny how it works, you can be laying in the sand, soaking in the sun when you feel the waters creeping on your feet. You’re surprised that the tides had the audacity to return. Instead of taking the precautions, packing up your stuff and retreating. You stay, you hope that this time it will be different, this time it will simply go away but It doesn’t, it never does. Suddenly I am drowning in a way that is all too familiar. Salt water fills my lungs and I can’t find my way out of a sea of sorrow. I didn’t even really try. All I know is that I can’t get out of bed. I can’t eat. I can’t brush my teeth or even my hair. I can’t do anything until the tides retreat once more.