Ocean Descriptive Writing

Naturally by this time my aching loneliness glides in like an empty cloud drifting afar in the dead of night. All presence of faith deserted long before the scorching sun inhaled its last breath, in order for the moon to be reborn. Yet unmistakably it’ll only be the sun welcoming my dispirited morning as any glimpse of faith is hushed by my heavy thoughts, which deeply desire to remain firmly rooted in my mascara stained pillow. A reminder of the all the endless nights I overfilled with enough tears to form an unsettling ocean. Nevertheless I remain dehydrated from pure happiness for eons. With my soul in a tangle, my hearts in a mess and most unfortunately my mind is scattered all over the place. ‘What if’s encircle me like a moat of regret, not for the choices I’ve acted upon but rather the words I left unsaid. Like unsatisfyingly biting down on an unfulfilling pill, guilt chews away at my hollow and empty frame leaving me feeling even number than the previous nightfall. With this cloud sluggishly hanging I feel a sense I drag
Disturbing thoughts suck me into an eternal black hole where I am relentlessly gasping for any glimpse of light that may be teasingly hovering over the hopeful horizon. But this surely suffocating cocoon of pure self-dissatisfaction is just too tight, preventing me from freely spreading my wings. My hearts hangs in the balance of life and death, as each beat awakes my realizations that I’m still here. Of course I want to stop harming myself, but that’s all I seem to ever do which also impacts my loved ones like an infinite row of dominoes. With each sharp fall the shattering turbulence poisons any motivation I have left. An apparent distance look washes over my eyes, as I’m drawn to stare into the absolute nothingness that constantly strangles me into a shameful state. Questions flutter through my volcanic mind – “Will any of this matter in five; ten; twenty