April 11, 2009
I have known the sadness of the dark ocean, midway between the last sunset and the impending sunrise. The waves are unmercifully present, pressing, as they taunt with an ineffable tenacity. The ocean is my lightless mistress, forever encompassing, invading, my quest for a glimmer of hope. I am forever imprisoned in her forever dark misery. And yet, I return each night. I return to the glory of her sadness. Hope flees, but sadness remains forever.