if i could use only one word to describe what makes me, me i’d say ocean. i’m deeper than i seem to be, so don’t try to step on me. you might be surprised at how fast you sink. on the surface i’m coated in waves. waves of all familiarity gentle waves, abrasive waves, waves creeping along, and waves speeding past. waves of great height, waves stooping low. you’ll never truly know, what lies below. all i’ll allow you to see, is the waves, never the real me. and if i ever do, please trust me, you’re extremely important to me. so as you can see, the words i say, are just parts of my play, that you see every day. but all waves recede, they all move back into the ocean and as the waves return to the sea, so the words give way to silence.