When I was lonely, confused and angry, the ocean was always there, a vast salty poultice sucking the poison from my system.
The expanse of the ocean is seldom seen by the novice with indifference; and the mind, even in the obscurity of night, finds a parallel to that grandeur, which seems inseparable from images that the senses cannot compass.
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, welling and swelling I bear in the tide.