Ocean

As I sit here on my rock as monstrous wave after monstrous wave attack the rocks below me. I hear nothing. I feel nothing. I am nothing. The wind blows my hair around my face, but I take little notice. The air is beautiful, as though it whisper warmth and security in my ear that flows down to the deepest depths of my heart. The waves I see are like lost souls, telling me their story. A bird that i cannot remember the name of rests by my feet and tilts his head to look me in the eye. He looked at me with no fear but I could see a small challenge gleaming in his eye. As if he was curious about who I was and what I was doing, but wasn't sure if he wanted to know. Eventually he flew away and I was left alone again with the rocks and the sea. As the waves grew more and more powerful, I realized I must leave my little haven of peace, for the water was rising and would soon pull me down to the bottomless pit we call an ocean. Yet, I will see this beloved Sea of mine again.