The Wrinkles of the Ocean

drifting emotions crash upon lifes' erroding shoreline.

VOID, vanished-obsolete-invisible-demolished. Where have I been? A lonely now is always waiting by an empty bed, full of empty sheets and blank dreams. A wrinkled ocean full of drifting "what ifs" crash along my shore. I need to let go, just accept that things get washed away, that things only remain in dreams.