Januaray dump

The Ocean stared me

The ocean stared at me, vast and unmoving.
Its silence spoke louder than words ever could.
I stood there, waiting for an answer it would not give,
as if its waves carried truths I was not ready to face.

“I have seen them all,” the ocean finally said.
“I have carried the strong and consumed the weak.
I have swallowed the hopeful and cradled the lost.
I have been both a savior and a destroyer,
and yet, I remain.”

It told me stories of sailors who kissed the waves,
chasing horizons they never reached.
It mourned the ones who surrendered too soon,
those whose dreams lie buried in its depths.
But it also celebrated the ones who fought through its fury,
who survived its tempests and rose again.

“You are no different,” the ocean whispered.
“You rise and fall like my tides,
pulled by forces you cannot control.
You carry your burdens quietly,
just as I hold the weight of the world in my depths.”

The ocean showed me faces in its reflection—
faces of those I had loved, lost, and let go.
It reminded me of the moments I had drifted,
the times I had fought to stay afloat,
and the quiet, steady rhythm of simply surviving.

“Look closer,” the ocean said.
“I am not separate from you.
I am the storms you’ve weathered,
the calm you seek, the chaos you carry.
I give and take, I rise and fall,
and yet, I endure

I felt its pull, not as a force to fear,
but as a truth I could finally understand.
The ocean was not just water, waves, and depth.
It was everything—grief, resilience, connection, and time.
It was the stories I’ve lived, the people I’ve known,
and the parts of me I had forgotten

And in that moment, I understood.
The ocean wasn’t watching me from afar.
The ocean wasn’t something outside of me.
The ocean was me

- Apka icey

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