Into the Waves
The feelings come at me like tidal waves. They are predictable in their regularity, but not in their intensity. At times they are wild and forceful and threaten to knock the very life out of me. They leave vast expanses of debris in their wake. Perhaps they could be awe-inspiring from a distance, but up close they are absolutely terrifying. At other times they are gentle, rhythmic, calming. The kind whose sounds people play on repeat to lull them into peaceful slumber. They are connected to everything, these feelings. Sometimes what they wash up onto my shore is life itself, and sometimes it is decay and death. Sometimes beautiful sea glass with the edges worn smooth, and sometimes lifeless creatures that have been choked by tiny shards of my plastic conveniences. One thing is certain, though, they will come. With unfathomable force or with calming whisper. These waves of feeling will com...
