Only the Sea

There is only the sea.
Ancient, yet forever new.
Stretching out past eternity like a cat lounging in the sun, spread out to soak up every possible particle of light.
There is only the sea.
Waves rising, falling.
Steady, unbroken breathing.
There is only the sea.
The sky is empty, void of life.
A blue plain, eternal, so far, and so near.
There is only the sea.
And the boat upon it.
A little thing, at the mercy of the waves, a candle before a howling wind, soon to be extingiushed.
In the end, when the setting sun of life sinks below the horizon, into black depths,
There is only the sea.
R

Ravioli

VT

15 years old

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