Rolling Sea - Nora

Churning and breaking rhythmically like his breath, it overwhelms every sense. There is no escaping this wave of epic proportions. It gathers the world in its arms, building higher and higher, grazing the clouds then it holds, waits for a moment to come crashing down bringing all his fierce creativity with it to satiate the dying land. Refreshing, life-giving, and light-bringing, it resurrects our lost words dredging them up from the deepest abyss where they drowned for an eternal twilight. Brought to shore now, they are yet choked in deep sea horrors, bound like monsters of old. He clutches the key to their rusted and calcified manacles. Though the repercussions of their emancipation will be as a tsunami of biblical standards, but, for him, it is worth every instance of irreparable damage.