Considering Life; Your Ocean, Your Forest
- Charlotte Munro
- Feb 21, 2017
- 1 min read

Your Ocean, Your Forest
Your ocean is so deep and dark, it's off putting. No one wants to linger in your depths for fear of drowning in your deepness. You don't offer lifesaving advice when you're drowning in your own unfathomable reef, the coral too sharp and the sea life too deadly. You sit there alone, drifting deeper and deeper, craving someone to reach in and pull you out. No one ever does, it's eternity in the darkreaches of your ocean, the recesses of memories a constant burden, stopping you from swimming forward, it up. Up to the light, to the sky that you can see but only long to touch. To the sun that beams with promise. You're drowning, drowning in your own self, your oceans far too deep you even misjudged diving in. So you sit and you sink, sink to the very seabed littered with your failures, your dashed dreams and remnants of the strange thing called hope. You've resigned yourself to floating, to sitting in the deadly depths of your misery, waiting, waiting for nothing, or waiting for everything.
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