But I looked out at the waves far below the bluff. They looked violent, erupting against the cliff. I watched them rising – up, up, higher, higher – then falling, crashing, swirling into chaos, passing away. I breathed deeply. I tried to breathe space between my thoughts, find the space between the anger.

Transcendence is before you should you choose to take a swim.

Into your deep blue you dive and all that is within.

Referred to as my subconscious so you may understand me clear.

But there’s nothing very simple about the message I’m sending here.

The colour of your blood, the liquid through your veins,

is really just a pathway to the place that feels your pains.

The heart is an ocean but within it there’s a sun, submerged beneath the ocean, and all that is but one.

I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself – my past and the kaleidoscope of mistakes, failures and wrong turns that have stacked unbearable regret upon my shoulders.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.

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