Oceans.

I looked beyond these walls,

they felt so empty and cold.

I understand that  my place

was given as       a bridge to

cross. Although I sense that

whatever pushes me to keep

moving might         fall apart.

I have seen  so many things,

and so many more I    wish I

could. But I keep       lying to

myself, telling me I'm strong

enough.            I feel like I'm

drowning, and     God moves

over the face     of the waters.

I feel so faithless,        so sick.

I don't want to swim forever,

I don't want to be     alone in

these empty                oceans.

I will die as I     fight the tide,

I will be as one   with the sea.

The Valley of Mind.
Volume I.
Fleur.