OCEANS ARE SHALLOW

 The sand blew into my eyes blocking my view of the deep blue ocean. The coastal rocks were constantly under attack (from these aggressive waves). I acknowledge my presence to this beauty and walk onto the shore of the ocean. The waves tickle my feet as a result of acceptance. Touched by this I go deeper in the ocean.

 I chuckle; this is funny. Something so wondrous can be so deadly. Go deeper and you'll be digested and left like a single coral reef. Unnoticed. The sound of the ocean can comfort you, but also make you squeeze your knuckles till they turn into the color of your worst nightmare.

 I sit by the waves, feeling the cool warmth of the warmth of the water on my back. How did I find myself here? All I wanted was for the Sun kissing my face, as I feel the soft sand embracing my feet; then why?

Why do I always end up in this Ocean?

 I try to get up, but this force is keeping me down.The same force that has attracted me this Ocean. The same force that kept me in this water. The same reason I am down here. I smile.

"You're sure funny, Nature. You deceive innocents with your beauty, but I ain't one of those. Oh, don't let the salt give you tears, for I am going to get up and get out of here. I will stand on this Ocean."

 My struggle to get up shows how I am trying; trying hard to walk on water.