that in the ocean seeks another drop
By Yan • Jul 18th, 2007 • Category: Scribbles, SoliloquyThe ocean is my music. It sings its song in a voice that is as desultory as it is methodical, as poignant as it is arrogant, as tranquil as it is furious. It taunts me as I watch its graceful dance through the glass walls that guard me. It grieves at the vast emptiness that confines me. It lashes out at the darkness that imprisons me. It weeps at the wounds that incarcerate me. The ocean is my friend. And it alone knows me.


