Sea

Inside I feel a storm is raging. It's a constant upheaval between heart and mind. My stomach churns, my heart falls and my soul twists itself into knots so unbearable I cannot explain.

When you look at me, you see the sea. Cool, calm, collected.

Look through my eyes.

Much like the sea, underneath its placid surface so much lurks. There are currents; tides that drag you under. I drag you under.

A shaken bottle, longing to explode.

What I miss most is not being able to cry when I want to. Often now, I dream of a box where I can let loose, break things and scream to let all this pressure on my heart out through my lungs. Just like a baby. To throw a tantrum.

I sleep uneasy now; slipping between worlds both real and dreamt. I fly, I fall and then jerk awake with a catch in my throat. I long for the sleep of a baby; wrapped up tight, long and deep.

So, look into these eyes and tell me you see nothing but emotion, and perhaps I'll show you one day what these emotions are without fear.