Matthew Tshoi
Eng 57

The way the water hits the rocks pulls me in with the waves. It’s calm, yet rough at the same time and I feel like I’m at peace with myself. However; I feel as if I’m being broken apart inside, as if the waves are crashing into my heart and leaving me shipwrecked. I still feel safe though, as if nothing can hurt me here, no one can hurt me. I don’t exist when I’m here and I love that feeling, no problems exist when I’m by the shore. I think of all the life that is in the ocean and it makes me want to take a slow motion dive straight to the bottom to explore, except I can’t swim. I want to be one with the water, or maybe even just a seashell? A grain of sand? Anything. I just don’t want to be me anymore. I want to be the peace maker and the connector the ocean seems to be. I want to be relaxing, beautiful, surreal, deep. I want people to close their eyes and hear only me, and my heartbeat is my wave. I want to make people feel safe and at peace, yet tear their heart to pieces. I am war. I am the seagulls squawking. I am the burning sand. I am the shipwreck. I am the drowning…