Like the tides of the ocean,

I crash against the rocks.

Nothing around me to stop me from crashing.

Needing the wind to move me into another direction.

The storm gets stronger.

The thoughts going around in my head.

Battering me, crashing furiously.

Everything is so furious and angry.

I have no one to talk to.

I only have the wind.

If it is strong enough, it moves me to a more peaceful place,

if not i keep on crashing.

Slowly, everything calms.

Its quiet and peaceful.

The only sound to be heard is my breathing.

The storm is over.

But it wont be long before it all starts again.

and i will crash again, i may crash so hard

that not even the wind can help me.