Seth Copeland

Deep Locke

He never quite knew why he romanticized the ocean so much. To Aaron, it had always been the place of dreams. Maybe it was the soothing sound of moving water, crashing waves providing an odd sense of peace in the chaos he called life. Maybe it was the feeling of the water against his skin, washing away the pain that drove him, replacing it with what could only be described as fruitless ambition. Or maybe it was the thought of a world so different than his own, one bigger and full of life- one that hadn’t hurt him yet- just below the surface of his own. But the reason didn’t matter anymore. Dreams didn’t matter when reality broke them apart, piece by piece.