To swim into the depths of my lagoon, is to swim in a twister of quicksand. Loss and disease at the center. Love and heartbreak the whirling arms that reek havoc on my sole. I do not let people get close to me, for fear they will be eternally caught in my whirlwind of loneliness. My thoughts are private, but I wish they could be shared.
Happiness is a face, a calming breeze.
My crashing storm is of loneliness.