The Open Sea

The journey from the stability of youth to the open sea of adulthood

I’m lost.

Surrounded by the never ending flowing waters of the sea.

Whether I look left or right, the same view appears into my eyes.

In the boat which I stay afloat, I cling my body onto the deck.

In each passing day, in each passing year, in each passing atoms of water, the sun rises and rests, the season remains the same, the order of the atoms stay the same, maybe forever unchanged.

At night, I was able to see the distant sea.

It was colored in dark blue.

It would’ve been nice if there was accompanying music that would provide pleasure for me.

But the sea was dead silent.

Sometimes I wonder where all the people disappeared.

Perhaps they disappeared in the island of paradise, at least that’s what I hope.

After some amount of time, I start to long for company, but the god of sea doesn’t seem to let me.

Then I remember there isn’t such god of sea. Only the never-ending waves of the dark blue water, comforting me yet scaring me to the soul.

I wonder if anything else is out there, other than this body of water, other than this silent music.

I wonder…

Without friends, without the talks of the people… Am I just this?

Drying myself out on this insignificant boat? Drowning myself in the silent noise of the dark blue waters?

I wonder…

Through the doors of childhood lies an open sea.

The never-ending waves which is supposed to calm me seem to haunt me.

Haunt me well.