I can’t exactly explain what I feel when I watch the ocean.
It makes me feel so small, so alone, yet so important in the strangest way. It relaxes me in a way that no one or anything ever could. And when I’m away from it, too far away, I stare at pictures of it and its beauty and still feel its breeze and amazement.
A simple blue, the darkness and even the lightest of them but they are still the deepest. A sad blue. They go so deep where no one can reach. They turn in my soul.
We’re the same, you know, the ocean and I. Wandering deep down into the unknown and reaching out for the unseen.