Mackenzie Froemming

The Ocean's Assassin

The waves of the ocean crashing against a day's worth of worn in sand is a calming and familiar loudness I can't seem to place. The problems I have faced throughout the week simply wash away with the tide. It cleanses me. I get so dirty so quickly, not with soot or grime from working hard physically, but from draining myself mentally. I am so drained. So exhausted. Her siren songs call to me in my darkest hours and I have no other choice but to drive towards her. Nothing in me wants to resist, even if it may not be a wise decision to go see her. I'm in love with her. How could I possibly neglect those emotions and force myself to suffer from the sharp dagger that is my desperation for her? And so I go.